Goodbye So yeah this poem’s dramatic, Bit drastic, Pyro-fucking clastic I don’t care, I feel fucking fantastic Better than when you left, Left me bereft… Read more “Goodbye”
“Kiss me, Mona. One last time.” “We shouldn’t be doing this, Adrian. It’s wrong. It’s not fair to Graham.” “Why does it feel so right?” Graham Whincup… Read more “The Man in the Mirror”
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”
“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”
Dedicated to the one who got away.
A foray into teen fiction and teen love stories.
An alternative love story that I wrote for a creative writing module at university.