*Trigger warning: sexual assault* It was late September, the last few of a series of beautiful autumn days before the rain set in until spring. It was a summer of endings in many respects, and yet many of the endings were long overdue. My mandatory education had ended in June, and with it ended my… Continue reading Park That Thought by Astrid Dorfman Dyrli | International Women’s Day Celebration
Make a wish! Brand new ground that’s begging to be explored. The shrieks and screams that bubble with enthusiasm ring through my ears, alerting my reflexes of possible adventure approaching. Stomachs growling, pleading for something after the long, tedious journey, encouraging our first stop to be the ‘Rollercoaster Restaurant’. An experience like never before. After… Continue reading Alton Towers by Rebecca Woolley
Decent for the first time in a stretch of odd days, Arpan looked around the farmhouse searching for a more productive way to spend his day. He had been drinking heavily ever since his family left him last Tuesday out of a big brawl and, as he looked around the house, he saw many things… Continue reading The Mourning Beckons of an Amicable Voice by Suchismita Ghoshal
I’d like to imagine that most travellers would use a map or follow the signs posted in the city centre to find these gardens, however, I decided to look for it by going on an impromptu walk instead. The result of my randomised stroll left me looking upwards towards the cliff edge of the Upper… Continue reading Travelling the Streets of Malta, pt. 2 by Sophie Terry
Creative Non-Fiction defines this category of writing as 'true stories well told'. And this is an apt description as you'll find. Non-fiction, at its core, is simply facts. It becomes creative non-fiction when you inject a story with energy, character, and personality. For example, describing a trip as a narrative, writing about a real travel experience… Continue reading What is Creative NON-Fiction?
I watched the scattered crowds of tourists and locals as they cheered and clinked their wine glasses together. The men were dressed in linen shirts and the women in cocktail dresses. Some groups were loud and shrill, whilst others murmured amongst themselves quietly. I skimmed my hands across the ruffles of my dress, fiddling with… Continue reading Travelling the Streets of Malta, pt. 1 by Sophie Terry