• Creative Writing

    The Waiting Room

    Honor walked into the surgery and signed in using the touch screen by the door. She entered the waiting room and quickly found a seat in the far corner of the room by the window, picking up the first crumpled magazine she found on her way. Honor glanced up and…

  • Creative Writing

    Freedom: Part 1 of 2

    As I struggled through the masses of people to get onto the 159 on Oxford Street, I mildly cursed the tourists in my mind and wondered what it was about this part of London that they all loved so much. It wasn’t just the tourists though was it? People who…

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    The Sun

    The landscape looked like it was endless, spread out in front of me, beckoning me to take it all in with my eyes. Lord knows I tried. I took in the extent of the greenery and the way the sun was setting, overwhelming the horizon with its presence. Its presence…

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    The End for Mr Sniffles

    The unfortunate sequence of events that led to the death of Mr Sniffles was rather unbelievable. He had gone across the road to Mr Sweeney’s garden to investigate further on the community of squirrels that had settled in the oak tree there. Mr Sweeney came out to shoo him away…