Category: Prose

The Father Mackenzie looked up at the sky. Although it was only four in the afternoon on what had been a scorching hot July day, the black clouds rolling in fro...

I’m currently re-reading The Sea, The Sea, the 1978 Booker winner, Iris Murdoch’s 19th novel. I read it over 40 years ago! Since my recently complet...

At our last creative writing class we were asked to read a ‘performance’ piece in the allotted 5 minutes. Our tutor encourages us to take part in op...

This was a writing class exercise where we were given 10 words that had to be used in the text – bit, draw, flex, perilous, bubble, corner, rancid, pound, high,...

For a year now he had been walking the tow path and exploring the Aire Valley between Apperley Bridge and Kirkstall, a 5 mile stretch of woodland, fields, river...

On a July morning, already hot, the metallic blue cloudless sky promising another scorching day, Thomas set off from the cottage he and his family had rented fo...