• Creative Writing

    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…

  • Creative Writing

    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…