I hate getting four buses: Lothian buses you are such a state and not worth my one pound fifty at any rate The driver
Category: 3rd Year – Life Writing
Sabretooth
‘Why were you such a bully?’ it growls. I feel my ice cold blood drain out of my face as I struggle to look the
Noble Phantasm
“writing about music is like dancing about architecture” – a quote attributed to countless musicians and journalists one can dance about architecture in fact
Jerusalem
Friday afternoons were always the best part of the week. After the school bell rang to signal the end of the day, we would assemble
Chain of Memories
As I travelled at full speed through the tunnels of the metro, I only had one sight in mind. Every year I took the same
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
Edinburgh
I see your stillness, my town is resting. I see darkness, still, the sun is rising. Ancient and historical, my town presents its old houses,
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
Highland Memories
Fond memories on the edge of Loch Ness. A wedding in the ideal setting of Fort Augustus Abbey, built in 1878. My father and brother
the photo memory
This photo reminds me my childhood, when I was a little girl who spent every summertime with her great-grandmother on countryside. In my opinion this
