As I have now finished all exams for my first year of college (a small round of applause for my existentialism), I’m beginning to fill in my spare time. I’m trying to watch new films and tv shows I’ve never seen before; so this will probably be the first of many reviews. Many of you …
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Not What I Was Expecting- Chapter 5
“So, aha, we’re going to Nottingham? Never been!” This had been the third time in the last half an hour Mia had shot Harry a steely stare, not even having to move her head or say anything to get him to be quiet, quickly. It was always over something mundane. Mia knew he was just …
Not What I Was Expecting- Chapter 4
Mia’s eyebrows furrowed down, her head tilted. Her eyes darted around the mostly open area in front of her, she could see nothing. Moving her knife in her hand to a more comfortable position, she turned very slowly to face the opposite way, and this is where she was presented with someone else. Apart from …
Not What I Was Expecting- Chapter 3
Mia had kept her promise, she was gone with the sunrise. Also keeping to her promise she had ransacked September’s small stash of food and she took the blanket she had slept with the night before. It hurt. No matter how many times she left in the early hours of the morning, seeing September lying …
Not What I Was Expecting- Chapter 2
Surrounding here were homemade tents, simple but enough to live in. It was still September so the wind wasn’t cold enough to make you shiver, therefore people were squatted outside their homes, talking to others, watching their children play with other children. Most camps Mia had been to, everyone kept to themselves. No food was …
Not What I was Expecting- Chapter 1
With her chest rising and falling in a shaky rhythm, Mia wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. You could say that the back of her hand was now glistening in the morning light, to Mia it was just coated in a repelling mixture of grease and sweat. She closed her eyes and …
Not What I Was Expecting- Prologue
As I look out of my window I see red. I shouldn’t see red. A deep, dark threatening red has replaced the sky, with spasms of light splayed across it. Fear has coiled its fingers around my insides and is tightening its grip. My lips are jittering, trying to form words. Sentences. I’m left with …
Just Not Me
Chopin. She was imagining Chopin. Nocturne, Opus 9, number 2. Sitting awkwardly on that rickety barstool, surrounded by kids in their late teens flailing themselves about on the dance floor, she placed her cracked hands on the table top and began to play. Her hands moved fluidly, mimicking what she had been doing only an …
Inevitable
Suddenly, I heard it. It was coming from the other side of the passage. That grotesque creature that had only been a figment of my imagination until two days ago, when my world started to burn. The low grumbling moan that was escaping its toothless mouth echoed down the hall, constantly getting closer to me, …
Just Your Average Thursday
I try but fail to open my eyes. The blinding light only slightly dampened by my eyelids starts to push spears through my temples. For a moment I think I’ve gone blind, but after blinking the tears out of my eyes and letting them roll down my cheek, a sigh of relief escapes through my …
Eleanor DeSouza -The Life Of A Weirdo 