Day 18 of photography101… “Edge” Death Sentence. Every now and again the glass would chime from the fluttering of limbs as he realised he was still incarcerated.
Death Sentence.
Day 18 of photography101… “Edge” Death Sentence. Every now and again the glass would chime from the fluttering of limbs as he realised he was still incarcerated.
Fortune.
Day 16 of Photography101… “Treasure”. Fortune. The gong chimed, a bellowing command came from above, and from all corners they scuttled up the stairs, past the boxed bugs and through the dinosaur bones, onto the streets of Oxford. He hadn’t…
26.2
Day 14 of photography101… “Swarm”. 26.2 The asphalt rolled under every stride, a convey belt of monotony if it wasn’t for the reason he took each footstep.
Beast.
Letting my pencil run away with itself again today with a free writing task… Beast. As each limb twisted you could see muscles sliding beneath dense black tufts of fur. He was short and stocky, a compact beast with a…
Pig.
Today I was given the task of rewriting a set story from the perspective of a 12 year old sat across the street. So again I am curtailing my lengthy words and sentences for something simpler…. Pig. I thought…
Arachnophobe.
Today’s task was to talk of fears, in a style distinct from my own. So in taking a break from my seemingly endless sentences I have crammed ten full stops into just fifty three words… Arachnophobe. My blood had…
Ruin.
Day fourteen saw a second instalment in a tale of lost and found, today is the final piece… Ruin. The heat was radiating from every angle of the landscape, smearing the view in the distance, adding to the blurred state…
Tennessee.
Today I am to take my cue from the first word on page 29 of the nearest book, and write a letter inspired by this word. So to Tennessee Williams’ A Streetcar Named Desire I turn, and to the word…
Aurora.
On day four of this course I penned a tale of loss, which was the first instalment in a series of posts. In today’s second part, I have scribbled a tale of something found… Aurora. The stinging winced across…
Chunk.
Overheard conversations and foreshadowing… Chunk. The audience is prompted in gooey noises of sentiment as she talks about her incessant will to love him. A studio light sparks and a less rehearsed reaction sounds across the space. It flickers…
Pane.
Remembering childhood again thanks to The Daily Post… As I have been caught amidst a whirlwind of weddings and autumn colds I have decided to combine the last two assignments with this one vignette. The task was to describe a…
