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Category Archives: Undergraduate Creative Writing
A Canteen Man
Her eyes are fixed on a computer screen. She is reading. Her big, blue eyes surrounded by eyelashes thick and heavy with mascara. On her ears headphones; hands on a keyboard. She is thinking. Something is not right! Sign of impatience on her face; … Continue reading
Bloodbuzz
Cutting a path through the sleepy haze; What remains is sleepier still. My blood is in revolt from the sun’s heat, While wise words from wise tongues circle in my head. I think of all those who have gone before, … Continue reading
A screaming comes across the sky.
She sees it through hazy eyes, her tequila-induced migraine growing with every step. Water. The rope swing, that’s what she needs. Wouldn’t it be perfect, she thinks, we should skip these plans and go to the river. It’s already three in the … Continue reading
To Disappear…
It is given to few people in this world to disappear twice, but, as he had succeeded once, the man known as James Forrester was about to make his second attempt. It was time for a rest. Fighting … Continue reading
Posted in 3rd Year - Fiction, 3rd Year - Life Writing, Undergraduate Creative Writing
Tagged City, Memories, shadows
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The Violin City
The Violin City They strut, they stroll Through alleys of urgent scales They walk tunefully, holding their bows Through the meandering tuneful wails To light their way they kick forth lanterns Out of tune, in tune As the corners are … Continue reading
Parisque
The road took a sharp turn, the cars spraying water out in mundane arches below the moving tires. The hushed patter of the rain took its toll on the bottom of Montmartre’s slopes, pooling and overlapping against the short kerbs. … Continue reading
Paisley Pattern
Siobhan knew that changes were happening. Changes in her body and changes in the way her mother’s boyfriends looked at her. In a way she wanted to hold onto her innocence. Every month since she turned fifteen she was reminded … Continue reading
Posted in Bashabi Fraser, Fiction, Undergraduate Creative Writing
Tagged Buckfast, Creative Writing, Fiction, Paisley, Realism
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Glamour and Grunge
A 3rd person description of myself. She looks uncomfortable in her own skin. She wears her clothes, they do not wear her, thank christ, but there is something about the way she stands in that skirt that screams “she’s not … Continue reading
The Crossing
At the airport, they couldn’t find the privacy to say goodbye. It’s a place that doesn’t allow for intimacy. As soon as you step in there to fly, you’re already half gone. His father held him on the end of … Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, Undergraduate Creative Writing
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One Fine Day
This is a short, rather aimless piece about nothing in particular. I was toying with the idea of using something like this for the first creative writing assignment, but ultimately went with a completely different approach instead. Having nothing else to do … Continue reading
Posted in Undergraduate Creative Writing
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White Suitcase?
Make a list of items in a character’s suitcase. From the inventory, create a plausible picture of the character’s habits and position/situation in life. The compact suitcase is made of a tough, white leather and unzips to display a tangle … Continue reading
poetry attempt (week 5)
oh lying being shepherd of mindless shadows cast eyes over land and sea build tower…fall down?
Posted in Poetry, Students 2009 - 2010, Undergraduate Creative Writing
Tagged being, Chomsky, shadows, tower
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Synoxypathos (short poem with examples of synaesthetic metaphors, oxymorons and pathetic fallacy)
Got Superficial Shoreditch on my little finger, Hipsterdom where genuine imitation 80s fashion lingers, But Shoreditch has a rotten heart of sexual pity, More brothels than anywhere else in the city, Got Gentrified Brixton, now under the thumb, But its … Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, Poetry, Students 2009 - 2010, Undergraduate Creative Writing
Tagged Elliot Adams, London
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Self-description Mirror exercise
A degenerate miscreant stands before me, scratching his ample belly. His eyes sit atop dark eye-bags from too many sleepless nights in a row, and just below a heavy brow of the type normally seen on one of the lower … Continue reading
The Word at War (from Rhyme Well exercise, which is ironic because it doesn’t)
Run! the Old world is behind us We painted the streets, Wishing only to practice wishful thinking, And demand impossible things, But your answers came in riot-stick defeats, Words, once a purely uniting pursuit, Invented to run hunts of bison … Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, Poetry, Students 2009 - 2010, Undergraduate Creative Writing
Tagged Elliot Adams, Paris 1968, Situationalism
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through the window on to the street
Being at the front of a ground floor flat means my window and street view are one in the same. Our small front garden is shielded from the world by a wild looking hedge that is currently flowering crisp packets … Continue reading
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the bedroom bit
It’s not the worst bedroom I’ve had the pleasure of living in. No – that place in my heart is reserved for Reigo Street, student halls. Don’t get me wrong, halls was fantastic fun, but the bedrooms, Christ they were … Continue reading
Moi
Write about yourself in the third person Pale and interesting – that’s what she tells herself. Though sometimes, she wishes she was a little paler, or at least a little more interesting. She wishes that, sometimes, she could be someone … Continue reading
Poem from the point of view of a kite
Suggestion from Bashabi By Caroline Fraser I sometimes get giddy when I look down onto the roofs of houses and chimney pots so far below. Most of the time I am a puppet, my strings are pulled by a child. … Continue reading
3rd Person Perspective of Myself
By Caroline Fraser She looks into the mirror at the pale, blue eyes starring back. Who do those eyes remind her of? Her mother? Her eyes hold so many memories, some great and some she would rather forget; nonetheless these are … Continue reading
Posted in Thoughts, Undergraduate Creative Writing
Tagged 3rd person, myself, perspective
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1st Person Perspective of Someone You Know
By Caroline Fraser I wake up to sunlight streaming through my curtains, illuminating my scruffy, unshaven face. I complain at the radio, yelling at me to wake. I get out of bed and my feet find my slippers. I wander … Continue reading
Posted in Thoughts, Undergraduate Creative Writing
Tagged 1st person, perspective, someone else
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Bedroom, Window, Street
Only recently has this room been populated with the miscellany that makes it my room, previously being just convenient storage for sleeping bodies. Spacious enough for a double bed, wardrobe, keyboard, desk and an enormous 70′s egg-cup chair – but … Continue reading
childhood (week 4 task)
My family moved around a lot when I was growing up. One of the places that we lived in that I remember well enough to talk about in any detail was Hillside, a little village in the North East of … Continue reading
Arthur’s Seat
Write a story (100 words) in the 1st person as a friend. Q. Where is your favourite place in the world? Arthur’s Seat on a boiling hot day in summer. Q. What is your favourite season? It used to be … Continue reading
un café con inspiración
A ginger haired girl , whom I have met in the bus some minutes ago, now sitting in the same coffee shop with me. Why did I paid attention to her and spot her in here? Not sure! She seems … Continue reading