Moira’s Diary – The Handmaid’s Tale

Thought I'd post this on here after finding it on my laptop. It's a creative response to Margaret Atwood's novel The Handmaid's Tale, giving Moira's perspective instead of Offred's narration in the original text. I wrote this for AS English Literature a few years back and it received full marks. The following is a printed… Continue reading Moira’s Diary – The Handmaid’s Tale

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This Beating Shape

One year encompassed by my heart strung across Paperchase postcards; a tangible copy of my soul, now sat waiting in your College pigeon-hole.   Legs intertwined amongst our make-shift bed of blankets and last night's sweat and lust. With you, lust isn't temporary, lust is sick to my stomach, a comforting nervousness. The way your… Continue reading This Beating Shape

No, I’m Gay (A slam poem)

Hi, my name is Lu- Wait, it's not like you care. You've already made assumptions based on my hair, Both the length on my head and what's down there. For my sex life, my body image is clearly your business, broadcasted news. If you can convince me it's a phase, for it's God's message (well… Continue reading No, I’m Gay (A slam poem)

The Scream

A screech, a yelp, a cry-for-help, the sex-less Orient weeps. The wind’s cries wound the clouds in a child-like scribble. Broken colour erodes the sky in a volcanic mess. The red smoke fuelling the creature’s trauma; terror-stricken, a product of time’s inevitable toll.   Or perhaps it’s euphoric, ecstatic, a wail of joy, an outcast… Continue reading The Scream