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Writing inspiration: pick a word, any word

I've been spending a lot of time lately by procrastinating. EPQ? Who cares? Writing? What's that? I have spent hours pinning fantasy inspiration pictures and prompts on Pinterest (you can find here) and I haven't written a word. Writing prompts... Continue Reading →

This is just to inform the world that not only am I finally writing again, but I am writing a same-sex dark soul-mate story for the magazine. Not that I'm trying to push at the confines of Catholic education or... Continue Reading →

Through the Looking Glass

Stand in the mirror, and see the spots: deep, angry splotches, and fleshy pits which mar the skin on your back. Scratch. Scratch. Blood wells up, and you pull on your shirt, smearing it with pain which only fades in... Continue Reading →

Iago the Union Man

You all know Iago. Eternally portrayed as a jealous conniving monster, I cannot help but feel that he has been hugely misrepresented. The Iago I see is a man, downtrodden, his good nature abused by his superiors, who is forced... Continue Reading →

Writing Comprehension

I try not to sneer. I really do. And, most of the time, I succeed. I didn’t roll my eyes (much) in English, when I appeared to be one of two people who cottoned on straight away. I don’t make... Continue Reading →

Editing down

So I'm currently writing a review for The Children of Húrin, and I'm very easily bored, so I've been flicking through my notebook. This starts all the way back at a review for Amy and Roger's Epic Detour, and continues... Continue Reading →

Poem: Ode to an English Deadline

Today I gave up English Lit. I cried. I cried all through break, part of the way through physics, then teared up again when I went to thank my other English teacher. In my free period (sorry! Independent study period)... Continue Reading →

It hurts

Maybe you didn't mean to hurt me. But when someone asks if anyone remembers me, and the first thing you say is that I was weird, I don't know how it can be meant in any other way. I know... Continue Reading →

So how sad would it be?

Today I made a commitment. Not just to myself, but to a hugely dedicated team of people who totally turn up to every meeting and aren't rushing to complete the school magazine in two weeks. Irony intended. Very heavy irony... Continue Reading →

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