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  • Fortune.

    Day 16 of Photography101… “Treasure”. Fortune. The gong chimed, a bellowing command came from above, and from all corners they scuttled up the stairs, past the boxed bugs and through the dinosaur bones, onto the streets of Oxford. He hadn’t seen me. I stood looking over the curiosity filled cabinets and antique occupied closets, entirely […]

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  • 26.2

      Day 14 of photography101… “Swarm”. 26.2 The asphalt rolled under every stride, a convey belt of monotony if it wasn’t for the reason he took each footstep.

  • Fiction.
  • Beast.

    Letting my pencil run away with itself again today with a free writing task… Beast. As each limb twisted you could see muscles sliding beneath dense black tufts of fur. He was short and stocky, a compact beast with a thick skin. He thudded through the green reeds and shook the ground with every step. […]

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  • Pig.

      Today I was given the task of rewriting a set story from the perspective of a 12 year old sat across the street. So again I am curtailing my lengthy words and sentences for something simpler…. Pig. I thought it was strange that she wasn’t crying. Those pigs turned up at her door with […]

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  • Arachnophobe.

    Today’s task was to talk of fears, in a style distinct from my own. So in taking a break from my seemingly endless sentences I have crammed ten full stops into just fifty three words…   Arachnophobe. My blood had chilled. It was flowing around my body in an icy haze. He was taunting me. […]

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  • Ruin.

    Day fourteen saw a second instalment in a tale of lost and found, today is the final piece… Ruin. The heat was radiating from every angle of the landscape, smearing the view in the distance, adding to the blurred state of Laura’s mind. The past hour was the longest yet, her wristwatch ticks were amplified […]

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  • Tennessee.

    Today I am to take my cue from the first word on page 29 of the nearest book, and write a letter inspired by this word. So to Tennessee Williams’ A Streetcar Named Desire I turn, and to the word ‘Chance’.   Tennessee. Dear Chance, I saw you lying there, dumped amidst a pile of […]

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  • Aurora.

    On day four of this course I penned a tale of loss, which was the first instalment in a series of posts. In today’s second part, I have scribbled a tale of something found…   Aurora. The stinging winced across Laura’s ankle every time she made contact with the concrete. The sapphire velvet chafed incessantly […]