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

The Illustrated Man

His canvas is withered; once a gallery display, Now ‘distasteful’ graffiti on recycled paper. If auctioned back then, they would’ve been collectible, Now faded, only fluorescent in sepia photographs.   Once young and kicking, but that’s forgotten, as if his art’s backdrop was always creased mess. Once complimented, they’re now ignored, Like taboo patterns on … Continue reading The Illustrated Man

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

Sanitary

When I was twelve, I thought I was dying “pre-adolescent, bleeds to death,” Crimson-stained, battle-scarred knickers Sat in the comfort of the toilet cubicle stuffing DIY bandages in the now-nappy of my underskirt   The unspoken word, the insult; euphemism (‘time of the month, love?’) Hidden parcel of embarrassment amongst groceries; Scanning the over-priced assistance … Continue reading Sanitary

‘parent’s’ house

what you thought you knew becomes just recollection a story you tell uncertain if it’s a photograph performed or someone else’s words home for christmas, your walls, the framing deems artificial the positioning is different, you’re new ‘student life’s changed you’ they say as your clothes reek of half-price laundry detergent your eyelids coated in … Continue reading ‘parent’s’ house