Pick of the day
Posted by love_writing on Sun, 17 Sep 2017
You drive past the oil refinery on your way to work. It’s hard not to notice it; you can see it for miles from the motorway that curves round past it. Even if you try to look the other way, say at the Kelpies; the two domineering steel sculptural horse heads wriggling in their silent agony as you pass, your head still automatically turns back like a magnet to the refinery.Read more
Story of the week
Posted by celticman on Thu, 14 Sep 2017When I was five I was raped. He said it was a game. It wouldn’t hurt. These are clichés.
I sometimes tell my students that fiction often isn’t fiction and power is often about desire. They’re too young to understand, of course. People are never what they seem.Read more