Written by Otis Shaw I remember the smell of piss stained carpets, broken lifts in Mile End, squat parties in Hackney and cheap Morrocan dope. I remember
Christmas Eve in 2008, was a mild introduction to a Japanese winter in the mountains of Iwate. I had no idea how cold it
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Originally written in November 2009 by Otis Shaw for Media, Culture and Literary Studies ( Edinburgh Napier University). My heart was beating furiously, my lungs filled
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Creative Writing Monday 24 April 1975 The army have surrounded the streets of Phnom Penh. The city has been thrown into complete chaos. City