Posts Tagged by fiction
Blue-Eyed Girl
| August 6, 2012 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under creative writing |
“They now came upon more and more of the big scarlet poppies, and fewer and fewer of the other flowers; and soon they found themselves in the midst of a great meadow of poppies. Now it is well known that when there are many of these flowers together their odour is so powerful that anyone who breathes it falls asleep, and if the sleeper is not carried away from the scent of the flowers, he sleeps on and on forever. But Dorothy did not know this, nor could she get away from the bright red flowers that were everywhere about; so presently her eyes grew heavy and she felt she must sit down to rest and to sleep.” From The… more
War
| June 15, 2012 | Posted by Jess Kadow under creative writing |
She looks down at her hands. The cracked skin stares back up at her, neglected and torn. The skeletal fingers taper to an end in sharp points. She clasps those hands together and holds them against herself. It feels like an embrace, a protective layer of bones and muscle warming her heart from the cold grip of loneliness. She moves her head to rest down on one her knuckles, traces them with her lips, blowing air across them to warm them and try and give them more life. She squeezes her eyes shut. If she keeps moving, shifting, she thinks she won’t have any time to stop and think about her life. The dull abyss that is her existence and… more
The Tragedy of Age
| May 22, 2012 | Posted by Fergus Doyle under creative writing |
White was probably the only person left who respected Marshall. He had for all the time he had known about Marshall; alright, he hadn’t been there at the beginning, not when Marshall’s breakthrough novel Leftovers of London had come out, and maybe he hadn’t been there during his high times, when Marshall had been one of the best known names in British literature, and was churning out great novels annually, and no, he wasn’t there when his name was blackened, when the sickness set in and when the world forgot about him. But he was here now, wasn’t he? He had found Marshall out, living alone and blind, and offered to help him around the house. He had gained Marshall’s… more
An unknown girl
| April 10, 2012 | Posted by Jane Lu under creative writing |
I used to study in a very prestigious school in Hong Kong, where I sat in a classroom with not only gifted students but also the children of celebrities and other people of importance, such as the governor. Walking into the classroom for the first time, feeling both shy and timid, I sat next to a girl named Kristy. As we chatted and laughed, and I saw the smile Kristy wore around her soft eyes, I felt the tension in my body ebb away. We spent most of our time together and I enjoyed her company; we soon became best friends. Often she would tell me fascinating stories from her life, and indeed I was gripped by them; the adventurous life… more
On the run
| February 4, 2012 | Posted by Joanna Starzynski under creative writing |
The wind whistled coldly through the trees. As Alex lay whimpering in the dark, she screamed silently with liberation. “Freedom,” she thought. Barely alive, she clung to the remaining life that she had. She felt like a caged animal finally allowed to return to its home. The breeze felt fresh and soothing. Snap: a branch crunched in the distance. At first she thought it could be a bird or a squirrel. However it was followed by a quick succession of movements, heavier than a bird; much heavier. Worst of all, there were more than one of them. Alex had no choice, no time to think. She had to move. She couldn’t be caught again. She sprinted swiftly out of the forest.… more
The Sleepers
| December 29, 2011 | Posted by Alaa Jasim under creative writing |
I am running, I always run. It’s odd, for I never seem to get any farther away from them. They surround me everywhere, with deathly pale, yellowing skin. The Sleepers. I am running but they push me back, and I am falling. The hole in the ground where I fall is dark, and blackness surrounds me, oppressive, dark. It hurts. I cannot see. I want to get out, I want to run again. I would take The Sleepers a hundred times, a thousand times, if I could only avoid the darkness. The fleeting moments that I can see are golden to me. They cancel out the darkness, but they rarely occur. I try to stay as awake as I can… more
Faulks on Fiction or Faulks’ Fiction?
| March 8, 2011 | Posted by Jess Kadow under culture, entertainment, reviews |
In the hopes of finding something decent and interesting to watch on a Monday night, I came across the trailer for this new programme; an overview of fiction and its most influential characters, narrated by Sebastian Faulks. As a lover of novels, it promised me a selection of the classics, whose main characters would be analysed and speculatedon to give an impression of the comparisons between them and their differing views. Perfectly enjoyable and educational. What I discovered by watching the programme started quite well in fact. The first episode dealt with characters grouped into the area of “Heroes,” a fair enough category, with the next ones scheduled to be “Lovers,” “Snobs” and “Villains”. Out of all the areas of… more
