Keele Writing
Undergraduate Creative Writing 2006/7
Prose
They keep taking me off the drugs to assess … Um. Assess. Assessssss; it'ssss a tesssst of my mental health.
There are marks on my arm. I stayed in today. No answer. I slept.
Reaching out he patted Steve on the head with a small pink hand.
Her neck, for so long a practical device, thick for bellowing, seems almost artistically constructed, charming in its functionality.
No matter how soft it still broke the air like a bomb, the flames lit Aamu’s beautiful warm white face, dutifully.
They keep taking me off the drugs to assess … Um. Assess. Assessssss; it'ssss a tesssst of my mental health.
There are marks on my arm. I stayed in today. No answer. I slept.
Reaching out he patted Steve on the head with a small pink hand.
Her neck, for so long a practical device, thick for bellowing, seems almost artistically constructed, charming in its functionality.
No matter how soft it still broke the air like a bomb, the flames lit Aamu’s beautiful warm white face, dutifully.