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Creative Corner: ‘Love is a pink candy floss gremlin, hiding under a rock.’

They say: love is mysterious, love is beautiful, love is iridescent and glittering, something ethereal and sublime – and hey, who am I to say that it’s not? But for most of us, being the imperfect obsessive creatures that we are, love has a little stubby turned up nose like a bat and glinting pointed claws and fur sticking up in spikes. Skittering, scattering, sniffling … Continue reading Creative Corner: ‘Love is a pink candy floss gremlin, hiding under a rock.’

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Creative Corner- Enough

I used to take the long way home,Just to prolong the feelingOf being on my way to see you.Maybe I mistook anticipation for joy —Footsteps propelled forward by the sound ofAretha Franklin’s voice and the promise that soonMy cold mouth would be kissed.I note the subtlety of other small remembrances;Spraying my wrists with scents of peach and jasmine,Brushing the taste of the night off my … Continue reading Creative Corner- Enough

Creative Corner: ‘A Strange Morning’

He wakes up like any other day: with a jolt from a dream. Today it was odd, but the memory slips from him the more he tries to grasp it. After a few moments, he sits up in his warm bed, slowly pushing off the many layers of blankets. He stands up on unsteady legs, the kind that only come from waking up too quickly … Continue reading Creative Corner: ‘A Strange Morning’

Creative Corner: Recurring Dream

I’m in a wood and it’s dark. Trees compete to thrust their limbs Above the earth. Their branches twine and tease, Threading my hair into knots, Wet as moss. I’m in a wood and I’m running, And the leaves lash out harder than my pace. They smack me like shadows, Full of reproach, Carrying the night forward, onwards, forever. In the shortest breath, I hear … Continue reading Creative Corner: Recurring Dream

Creative Corner: Selkies Stranded on Plemont Bay

“Selkie: a mythical creature that resembles a seal in the water but assumes human form on land.”— Definition from Oxford Languages Cavernous, the sullen cliffs part their lips to reveal the seaWrithing like a tongue, rolling and thrillingThe shore with trails of green. There are women, hungry and dispersedAlong the sand’s raised brow like debris from a wreck.Swallowed by sealskin, Grey and mournful and open-mouthed,The … Continue reading Creative Corner: Selkies Stranded on Plemont Bay

Creative Corner: The Last Train Home

This is it. The final connection. You shuffle your orange tickets between your trembling, flaking, ice-cold fingers and brush an unruly wisp of hair behind an exposed ear. A litany of tinny carols reverberates down the platform, and the scattered Christmas lights of reds, pinks, greens, yellows, and blues shudder in the foggy distance, falling casualty to the terrorising wind. You glance up and down … Continue reading Creative Corner: The Last Train Home

Creative Corner: Our Little Tiles

All present and accounted for Yet 100 miles away We observe and watch Our little tiles open The windows to our life Unveiled I’ll let you see me briefly In my sanctuary Here we share space And are divided by space So the distant sound of your laugh Can be echoed across the world This is no film Or entry into a made up life … Continue reading Creative Corner: Our Little Tiles

Review: Beneath the Waves

As the mornings grow colder, the nights longer, and it feels like there are perpetual grey skies threatening months of rain, sometimes all you can do is put on your most threadbare pyjamas and snuggle up with a good book. However, with deadlines looming and online University being weirdly more stressful than the real thing, considering I’m attending in said pyjamas, what I really need is a slither of a good story. A short story, so to speak. Sculpting a believable and captivating world in a handful of pages is a difficult thing to get right, but fellow Exeter student Daisy Ella does just that in her first self-published story, Beneath the Waves. Continue reading Review: Beneath the Waves