Creative Writing Blog: A reflection on privilege, identity and aspiration
In French, Spanish, and Italian, the word “love” is similar in semantics and spelling.
Universally, that same word seems to carry a heavy burden. It’s...
Creative Writing Blog: Dance of death
The audience behind my great, red curtain sits in darkness. The heavenly light that basks my partner, Princesca, fails to penetrate the screen.
She...
Creative Writing Blog: Gone
TRIGGER WARNING: Blood, graphic, suicide, death
There’s so much blood.
It’s everywhere, splashing. I use present tense, because when I entered that room, I felt...
Creative Writing Blog: The Boiler
TRIGGER WARNING: Death, suicide, blood, graphic.
It was a place like no other.
She could hear them—their screams and grief filling the empty void that had...
Creative Writing Blog: Creative non-fiction—The Salt
No one told me how pathetic worry tasted. No one told me that salt could taste so bad—particularly when it drips tediously down your...
