Scratchings on the Page

Thoughts, Stories and Randomness from the mind of a writer


April 2016

Book Review: Regeneration Trilogy by Pat Barker

I can honestly say that there is not a shadow doubt in my mind, that this book could possibly have won the Booker Prize. It’s simply that good. Crude in many ways, yet somehow wholesome and immensely powerful and satisfying,... Continue Reading →


Shakespeare Live!

Did anyone else watch Shakespeare Live last night? If so, what did you think of it? Were there any actors who you wish had been involved? I will answer these questions in due course if I can find anyone to... Continue Reading →

Book review: The Silmarillion by JRR Tolkien

It reads like the Bible. That was my first thought, and originally I disliked it. Now, having thought it over, I can appreciate the benefits which came from the choice to structure it in this manner, and I can see... Continue Reading →

The Candy Book Tag

Many thanks to Thinking and Inking for nominating me! Guidelines: When you are tagged, please thank the blogger who tagged you! No one is obligated to participate, even if they are tagged. If you decide to participate, answer the questions... Continue Reading →

On the people who dare to question my expertise

Today my tutor group held a mildly successful quiz for eight teachers. The questions were meant to be written by the entire form, but as these things tend to happen, only seven people submitted questions. That isn't the problem. The... Continue Reading →

The Butterfly Girl: A Self Portrait

This is an old story, but I'm proud of it, and I thought I'd share it: There’s a girl sat alone as the butterfly flies in. She’s always there, working alone and in silence; steadily—as though she has all the... Continue Reading →

Graeae Part Six: Light

The earth is shaking. People are being tossed around like pebbles on a drum, but the screaming has stopped. The world is bathed in silence, as its people bear witness to the destruction forced upon it by the Sisters. They remain silent as volcanoes erupt in the far west, lighting up the world like a strange sunrise. The lava flows from it like liquid fire, but still no-one moves. You can’t even hear their breathing any-more, and in the midst of the destruction, there is a beautiful serenity to be felt. Peace has swept over the earth; the madly boiling rivers are the only things to move, as they start their journey upwards, and away from the frozen scene.

What’s the point: On school magazines and editing

It's a valid question. What even is the effing point? You put you're entire heart and soul into producing a piece of writing, and not only is it cut off 500 word before the end, the paragraphs are messed up... Continue Reading →

Poem: Carbon Based

I'm working on a set of poems for my friends for the end of the school year. The idea is that I write one poem for each of them, and then one for our friendship as a group. So far... Continue Reading →

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