Creative Writing Category

What Dreams May Come: Unleashing Creativity

I’m neither the first writer to think about dreams nor the first thinker to write about them but access is critical to creativity.

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I have one thing left

I have one thing left; a fridge. It is the last remaining testament to a life of ‘owning’ things. Little does the fridge know however, as it unassumingly chills my wine and cheese, that it too will go. You see I’m 38 and I’ve just sold everything I own.

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What Are You Looking at? The Voyeur Inside Every Writer

I have a friend who is a psychologist. I have yet to see a person meet her and not worriedly suggest that she has been analysing them. Little do they know that this couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s not my friend who’s watching them. It’s me.

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The day I kissed a dead man

Somewhere in the depths of a Parisian cemetery there is a tombstone with my lipstick on it.

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