Young Writers

 

The Elusive Success

I am Mark, time-killing expert. I am currently sat at my desk, which will not be my desk for much longer, refreshing my email Inbox as I await an...

It Takes Two

I’m much happier here, sat between my mother and father, basking in the white clouds and the constant sunshine, blissfully ignorant. There are harps...

Golden Boy

Strolling onto the school stage, David accepted his seven awards for the previous academic year. “Sport”, “Music”, “Performing Arts”, “English”, “...

Dear Future Children

Dear future children, The most difficult parts of life is taking responsibility. Taking responsibility is not one single action, but an entire...

Coffee

His new BMW, in matte black and an unmistakably polished finish, was clearly cleaned on a daily basis. The brand new registration with its brand new...

Church

A young man, of around thirty, strolled through the intimidating arches of the village church. He took a seat next to an older woman, perhaps in her...

Cabbie

I got into a cab just off Trafalgar square at around noon on what I recall was a Wednesday. My trench coat was appropriate for the season, and my...

Soundless

I am quiet most of the time I just stare and blink Trapped in a worldly observation My words get frozen in a halt My mouth opening Then slowly...

___ _____ Was

This is a short thing I wrote a couple days ago after a choir camp I attended, about the choral director I met there. Not a crush, but not not a crush, either. Part of a series on people you may meet.
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The Key: Finale

“Look you guys are just being drunk and stupid. None of those stories make any sense. First of all if the politician lost the key when bringing back...