Articles by amorris
I Matter Too, don’t I? by Hannah Nicholls
My arms are chained; weak from the solid iron bars fastened around my wrists. There’s an ice cold breeze that hits my face and comes from the window that’s been left wide open by one of my guards, and I can smell stale blood and urine. I wake abruptly, jolting up, “It’s just a dream,”…
One Blink or Two by Rachel Hughes (Adult Nursing)
My eyes are closed, birds are tweeting, the ocean breeze caresses my face, and the sand is warm beneath my back. “We’re going to make you more comfortable, Alison…” a soft voice sounds, and I try to turn towards it, but I can’t. “It’s not like she can hear you…” a rough voice says, further…
Students teach poetry to Stoke Park pupils
Whitby Horror Writing Field Trip 2015
The Horror! a video by Raef Boylan
Portuguese Idylls by Hanna Carter
“Maybe we just heard someone talking in a room,” I suggest to Keith. We sit on the edge of the wall fountain, soaked to our thighs. I have Sun-warmed figs for lunch. “It couldn’t have been ghosts, could it?” I add. The grapevine canopy clings to the fountain’s terracotta overhang, and snakes down the blue…