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Seasons

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Bluebells in the meadowreflected the colour of her eyesas they laid togetherunder fresh spring skies. Months were long when summer cameand the sun glistened in her hair.They sat on the rivers edgetogether, without a care. Autumn called with jewels of gold,their lips came together under weakening rays.They kicked and laughedrunning through the cooling days. They wanted forever and a dayuntil winter brought a mighty chillto the love that was growingbut now, lay dead and still. Continue reading Seasons

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Assessment Result

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I have completed the first three years of my creative writing degree course. Having received the result (a pass), today for my third and final level 1 module, I continue with level 2 with an even greater motivation to continue and hopefully succeed in this educational endeavour. Coming from an educational background that really didn’t end up brilliantly academically, I have surprised myself as to what can actually be achieved if you put your mind to it and have belief, even if initially you do not think you are up to it. I have to say, I could not have … Continue reading Assessment Result

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How I Loved

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How I loved those cosy winter evenings, with the screeching wind  slamming rain onto the living-room window. Me and my brother in pyjamas,  dressing-gowns pulled tight, snuggled into the warmth of our mum,  as she hugged us close, and heat from the glowing coals  tingled my unslippered toes. But how I hated the rolling of the closing credits of the latest Columbo mystery, knowing it was nearly time to leave the only heated room in the house. Continue reading How I Loved

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The Midnight Drive

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Being blinded by the early evening sun, I drove into the hospital grounds, searching for a space, any space in which to squeeze my car; this seemed such a long time ago as I stood in the dark, with space all around and only one vehicle to be seen – which was mine. I had entered the hospital grounds in sunlight but left under emptying clouds; I did not want to leave my son back there, struggling to survive, fighting for air. Go home the nurses said, go to bed, get some rest, come back fresh in the morning. Where … Continue reading The Midnight Drive

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Eleanor Rigby’s Brother

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I dragged my blue-grey fingers over the name you were buried with, black letters chiselled into pale cold stone sunk in wet unkempt grass, marking the spot where you lay alone with your dreams in death, just as you did in life. I was one of the lonely people, Eleanor, you never saw or heard me you never listened when I tried to help. I was always there, Eleanor, but to you I was invisible, I had no voice I didn’t exist in your world. They say, nobody went to your funeral but I did, I leaned against a distant … Continue reading Eleanor Rigby’s Brother