Short Stories, writing

Untitled – 11/9/16

She was a Lego girl, made of building blocks and the fumbling fingers of small children, tripping over words and colours and giggles. The bricks are only as strong as the people that put them together, the words given out and the blows dealt. The cracks were starting to show, but she hid them from… Continue reading Untitled – 11/9/16

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Year Twelve SO FAR…

An alternative title to this post could be 'doing 4 A-Levels will kill you', but I'm still waiting for the early onset of arthritis to kick in. Confirmation pending. I'll let you know how I get on with the whole dying thing. The first week of my sixth form experience began last Monday (5th September). We… Continue reading Year Twelve SO FAR…

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I Can’t – 11/9/16

"It's simple. I can't." A raised eyebrow, a slight twitch at the corner of the mouth. They sighed heavily, shaking their head before their hands snapped the folder shut, the sound of metal clinking against metal ringing in his ears. "I don't think you understand," they said, again, in a menacingly quiet tone. "This isn't… Continue reading I Can’t – 11/9/16

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Turning The Page

I'm standing outside a massive building, feeling kind of out of place with a slightly-too-nerdy t-shirt and far too lurid shoes. I know no one, and this is painfully obvious. My eyes resemble Dracula with a hangover, and it's blatant that I'd just stopped crying. And thus begins my first day of Sixth Form... It wasn't… Continue reading Turning The Page

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Septemblurgh

Where the hell did August go? That was a rhetorical question, by the way. I know the answer, really. But it's not like I haven't done anything with my summer this time around - in fact I spent an uncharacteristic amount of time outside with friends and family this year (although after summer 2015, anything could… Continue reading Septemblurgh