Ode To Love

In honour of Valentine’s Day, I’ve written a couple of love poems for a work contest, so I thought I’d post them here! Hope you enjoy. If I could capture the stars from the skies, They could never compare to the light in your eyes. Fever bright, burning with possibility. The tender nothings; of you, […]

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For Hire

1. EXT. 1992 Black Cadillac Deville. ALBANY NEW YORK. 13:00pm Inside the pristine Cadillac are two men in the front seats. Driving is 6 Bullets Moretti (35) a bear of a man, who seems as hard as he is wide. Greasy hair is slicked back; beady dark eyes are fixed on the road. Moretti earned […]

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They Call Me Conqueror

So whilst most people did monologues involving speaking to another person, drama and a best man’s speech. I wrote about William the Conqueror. I blame Hamilton.. They call me Conqueror, William The, The Franks want to claim me, But that’s not who I’ll be. From every child in school to the elderly, There’s only one […]

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The Night Bus

The seat was cramped and icy air rattled through the top floor windows. There was never a comfortable medium, either sweat or goosebumps graced her flesh. This wasn’t the first time she’d caught the night bus, it was the third time this week. Nor would she be the last person to curl up on the […]

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A Spy?

Icy tendrils of fear threaded down his spine, bursting into his stomach as molten butterflies. Excitement heightened his senses, feeling as though he could account for every atom within his vicinity. These were dangerous marks, not to be crossed. Still, James Tack was a man of passion, passion and compulsion to ensure that no loose […]

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Mysthaven

Journal 9 Day 1825 –  Day  Friday 17/03 Found some further information on Ley Lines. At least one crosses through Mysthaven. Coincidence? Ancient source of power? Possible psychic disturbance/magnetic field disruption.   Saturday 18/03 Attempting photographic documentation of phenomenon. Orbs can quite clearly be seen where there is the presence of supernatural beings. No orbs […]

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New House

Bare rib walls beckon. Cast your eyes for a second. Over an array of the following: Two up, two down. “Moving to a different town.” A display of feature wall damp. Only a tenner? Or maybe a bank! Suspiciously flat roofs. Terracotta coloured loos. Gaping alleys with corrugate teeth. Won’t deter a budding thief. A […]

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St Anne’s Square

So this is the second piece of script writing that I did for creative writing last week. It’s got a completely different tone and genre from Cafe Papas but hopefully it’s enjoyable! 1. INT. GRAND HOUSE. LONDON. 01:00am A grand house, London 1854. Upstairs. Outside of a huge, locked oak door ALEXANDER SMITH (22), American, […]

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Cafe Papas

So we did a little script writing for class this week. I wrote two opening scenes, this one and another one which I may post towards the end of the week. There’s a cameo for one of my characters from A Love Letter To Sweden for anyone who enjoyed that. I honestly don’t have a […]

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Starry Eyes

In honour of Valentines Day I wrote a little love poetry. It’s super short and really messy but you can’t win them all! 🙂  Starry Eyes  Burn bright your flames, Untamed,Speak. In moments of quiet, When our lips meet. Speak eloquent. Tremble my heart.Fill my mouth,With nothing but love.Taste my language.Curving over skin.See me,Galaxies aglimmer within your eyes.Lace fingers, Twine limbs, Blur […]

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