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
