The crow hopped down the roof. Lucas took aim and fired. He missed and the crow took clumsily to the air. Its shadow traversed the roof before it too disappeared. It was Christmas day and the horizon was sharp with cold. Since...
Category - Creative Writing
The money is less, the job more tedious; I’m not sleeping and I drink every evening. It seems also, judging by my lack of activity online, that I am too down even to put my experiences into words. For me to write a blog, I must...
I have started a new job as a receptionist for a firm of solicitors in Keynsham. Keynsham is a strange place; a village located in the nothingness between Bath and Bristol. It has a fairly rundown high street, a Cadbury’s...
There are few things in life as satisfying as seeing a dog sticking its head out of a car window – only perhaps the feeling when you find yourself an amazing flat in Bristol after months of postulation, deliberation and...