Handmade She sits in a darkened room, one gas heater glowing red as it tries ineffectually to bring heat to her form. In front of her lies the remains of an old pillowcase and bedspread. In her lap she works on a doll, handmade and imperfect. Tomorrow is Christmas day and she knows her daughter… Continue reading Handmade
Tag: creative writing
Roasting
Roasting I stepped off the plane and out of the airport. The heat hit me, it was like a physical presence and somehow made me oppressed and claustrophobic at the same time. I took off my jumper before I left the plane but instantly my T-shirt felt heavy and too thick. My jeans were so… Continue reading Roasting
The Crossroads (Kidnap)
The Crossroads Her hands were trapped behind her back and she couldn’t move. Her feet seemed to be stuck to the floor. She couldn’t move. There was something over her eyes so she was blind and scared. A small whimpering sound escaped but she wasn’t aware that she made any noise or that her whole… Continue reading The Crossroads (Kidnap)
One Night (play date)
One Night 1st June Went out and bought a dress. I really hope William will be there. Not that I see him as a William, more as a Bill. It’s like the antithesis, such a small name for such a big man. He’s so rough and earthy, like an old country song; the one sung… Continue reading One Night (play date)
The Lost Ring
Lost Ring Open on a room. A policeman enters followed by a man who appears dry eyed but upset. The policeman points at the photographs and the man goes forward and touches them, fanning the images like a pack of cards. He picks the one of the woman’s upper body and places it on top.… Continue reading The Lost Ring
The Upper Crust (Feast)
The upper crust (feast) Tis the year of our Lord 1540 and my name is Kit. I’m twelve years old and have been working in the kitchen since I was eight. I’ve always been a spit boy, although since the new spit was fitted my life is much easier. Now I just turn the one… Continue reading The Upper Crust (Feast)
Exercise
Exercise “How much exercise do you do a week?” the doctor asked looking over his glasses at me. “Um…” I cough into my hand and try to think past the cold I’ve actually come about. “Not much I guess. I help run a market garden.” I smile and wish I were anywhere else. I know… Continue reading Exercise
Words in a day
I have taken up the challenge to produce a piece of creative writing a day... So begins my 'Words a day' challenge... and yes I am already behind... Oops! Still below is the challenge for the 1st Jan 2013. The word is the title of the piece, this is a 100 word short story. A… Continue reading Words in a day
Research and how much of a story ought to be true?
I was researching an essay on Dinosaur Footprints and I decided to include North Brother Island, which is an abandoned quarantine island between the Bronx and Queens. There is an abandoned leper colony in America, right next to NYC… If you look at it online then you can see the devastation, the trees growing through… Continue reading Research and how much of a story ought to be true?
How to write and live… And Happy New Year!
On the 29th December a blogger I follow called Cristian Mihai wrote a blog called You either write or live. In it Cristian quotes: “The more you write, the less you feel alive,” says Jonathan Fisher. Cristian then goes on to agree... Except I don't. If you write or you live then there would be a… Continue reading How to write and live… And Happy New Year!
Kate Murray - Cleaver 