During a creative writing class on Modernism we were asked to write a short piece exploring the stream of consciousness style. We were also given
By Fraser Wilson A shower of sparks and explosive colours cascaded from the sky, flecks of firework ash and gunpowder scattering onto the hedges beneath.
Crimson red blood soaked into the bedsheet like a paper coffee filter. His body twitched as his nervous system sent out distress signals to the brain.
Caroline Fraser Squatted down low, hands over my ears to stop the shooting, stop the banging, stop the screaming, rocking back and forth until there