A stolen Da Vinci: How wonderful to own it, (Always under wraps.).Annabelle hurriedly pulled the needle from her arm and forced a cry for help.
Creative writing (A215) Course from Open University in Ireland.
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I hear the German word for home and hope I have guessed correctly.That phone call has never happened and now a whole new person has come into the world and only one member of my family knows about him.May 2016 Creative Writing Competition: On the Road. The March 2017 TCWG Creative Writing Competition.
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When she next opened her eyes she was back in the hospital bed.He tried to brush away the tears that were creeping down his face, never letting go of her hand.I wrote this as a tongue in cheek effort for a life writing exercise on A215.Her shaky hands struggled to hold the letter as she whispered its contents.With the stench of bleach blanketing her, she attempted another cry for help, this time the tears escaping her eyes.
A215: Creative writing A230: Reading and studying literature.There were a bunch of sickly sweet carnations in a vase by her bedside.
Creative Writing based on ideas from my writer's notebookShe could feel the tension in her body amongst the increasing agony.
A215 | The Day I Read A BookHer mind jerked like a film clip to a blurred image of herself pushing a cherry red pushchair along an empty pathway.
Read Creative Writing: A Workbook with Readings PDF FreeI try to ignore the feeling that my insides are being torn out and cautiously begin to move to a sitting position from which I can lower my legs to floor.I thought that nothing could be more debilitating than the ninth month of pregnancy but right now I feel more like a geriatric elephant than a woman of twenty six years.She felt forcibly calmer, no doubt due to some sort of sedative.Shanta Everington is a creative writer working across a range of forms, including fiction, poetry and life writing.
She saw a short nurse fussing with her cannula that had been placed back in her arm, humming as she did so.Her dark, tired, eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for clues that might enlighten her.All Annabelle knew was that she wanted to get as far away from him as possible.She dropped the letter to the ground in exhaustion and allowed her head to flop heavily on to the cold floor, as she felt darkness descend over her body.All the other mums have a constant stream of visitors who bring news from the outside world.Beautiful, as that six foot man wearing inch thick make up and a red tin hat.
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A215 - creative writing - open university course This module is suitable for new writers as well as for those with some experience who would like to develop their skills.Annabelle jolted awake in the clinical white room in an array of confusion.