I want to go home, Where I’m free, Where I’m still me Where I look in my mind, And find more than empty space, The face… Read more “Where I’m still me”
Author: jameslintonwriting
James is a graduate of English Literature from Newcastle University. Across his life, he’s written silly stories about talking birds and cats, teenage angst-ridden poetry and is currently working on his first novel. When he’s not writing, you’ll find him imagining scenarios that will never happen.
The Men Downstairs
“Help me, nurse,” I clutched my burned throat, “the Men Downstairs are coming.” “We’re coming for you, Lauren.” Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. “You’re a stupid bitch.”… Read more “The Men Downstairs”
Claire
Dennis Spencer held up his knight and hesitated, before placing it down. David sighed and stroked his straggly beard. He picked up his queen and paused. He… Read more “Claire”
The Elephant Ride
Suki knelt on her forelegs to allow the masters to climb on. She growled, as her skin stung. She longed for them to take off the master-seat. … Read more “The Elephant Ride”
Something More
Look at the sun And wonder if There’s something else Something more. Something more than life back on our planet, Damnit, Because we’re all so small,… Read more “Something More”
King’s Street
“Fuck off. The fuck you doing?” I roared, as I raised my fists. There were four of them around me. Two lads holding onto me, while two… Read more “King’s Street”
Unfinished Business
So, I’m dead. Now what? My name is James Marshall, although everybody calls me Jimmy, I’m 16 and I’ve just died. It’s surreal. I don’t know whether… Read more “Unfinished Business”
