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The Same

As I walked down Old Marylebone Road, a flicker to my right caught my attention. It was the reflection of cars zooming across the glass windows of a building, on the reflected road. I stopped, and turned to face it. Eyes stared back out at me, watching me with an expressionless face.

….Taxis and vans raced past behind the staring girl. The wind created by the passing vehicles tickled my skin and played with the jacket of the girl in the glass. Footsteps approached from my left and faded away on my right. People walked past the girl in the glass, only seeing what was in front of them: pavement or a smartphone, or the girl standing in their way.

….A life parallel to the one I lived flickered in this glass, like a movie. But it was real. I tucked some hair behind my ear and the girl opposite did the same. In a minute this girl would be out of my view, going about with her life on the other side of the glass and the building.

….She walked with me now, ready to continue her day just as I was. When I passed the building and turned back, she was gone, just as I predicted. But the cars and buses kept on racing, back and forth down the road.       

The Universe & I

I scream at the sky. I know my voice merely tickles the universe. It has no strength to create ripples, like the ones you’d see in a little garden pond.

Unlike me and my puny little scream, the stars show off their existence through their burning souls. They merge with the beauty of the darkness, their home. They create the coldest warmth that I long for. Or is it the warmest cold?

The Sun is a volcanic dragon, spitting her embers and secrets away. Secrets that cannot reach me. Secrets that can’t be kept. Sun can’t hold her tears in any longer and my voice cannot reach her and reassure her. Sun, I want you to stay.

I sense laughter from a distant galaxy. Beautiful radiation, please stain me. If a supernova gets too close, I will let it tattoo my skin with impossible colours, that are too real to be on Earth.   

I want the stars and universe to scar me with their secrets and their lies. I wonder if they can see me: my wide, curious eyes gazing from a little window at night.

Moon looks like a pearl – raw and iridescent. I don’t think I’ll catch a supernova tonight, so Mr Moon I bid you goodnight.

On the Hill

We sat on the hill, on the grass. I knew this hill from my childhood and knew the view pretty well too. Your body was stretched out on the ground and I sat beside you, knees up.

“So, are we taking a break from life?” I handed you some dried peach shavings.

Sigh. “Yeah.” You nibbled.

“We’re still living. How’s that possible?”

“Enjoy the peace.” You relaxed.

“Shouldn’t we be doing something?”

“Lie down.”

“I feel dirty on grass.”

My legs slowly stretched out before me. A handful of tasteless sugar went down my throat.

“Let’s do something fun.”

“This is fun.” You spread your arms out, losing yourself to nature’s grip. I got to my feet and started walking.

“Where are you going?”

“On a walk.”

“But why, I mean?”

“Because I can.”

“We were meant to spend the whole day together, were we not?” You sat up.

“It seems you’ve got other things on your mind.”

The grass to the left was taller, so I circled around to the big tree that looked like a mushroom from afar. I would have liked being under the tree, if it weren’t for the pigeons, dogs and creepy crawlies. I spied with my little eye, your figure sat up on the hill. You remained sat up, eyes fixated on the city, when I came around. You could have been a statue, if it weren’t for the light flush in your cheeks.

“We’re so far from it, yet we are right at the centre of it.”

“I hate birds.”

“Where is life?”

“You are life.” He looked up at me.

“You can’t take a break from me, now can you?” You smiled, adorably.

“I’ll run away.” I handed you a bunch of grapes.

“Where could you run to?”

“Where could I run to?” You inched closer to me. “What about with you?”

“That’s hardly running away, now.” A smile creeped onto my lips, just as you got closer and closer and closer. Life was closing in on me.

I’d be lost without you, and that’s not me being cheesy here. I thought. I would never say that out in the open. Never to you.

“As long as we’re together.”

We often found ourselves sitting on this hill – you and I.


Hello everyone!

Here’s a prose piece I’ve been working on for submission. It’s hard to tell if it’s at the right standard at the moment because I only wrote it yesterday. With this one, I had to show evidence that I’ve been inspired by any of the things we’ve done in the workshops this term; I chose Ernest Hemingway’s ‘Hills Like White Elephants’ to be the source of inspiration. 

The tricky part about shorter prose pieces, is trying to convey a story and message through the subtext. If you just feel like you’re not understanding the piece above, then I’ve probably failed to deliver. 

Still – hope you enjoyed it and have a lovely day/week!

See you soon! x