This is a small personal blog displaying many pieces of my fiction and non-fiction material that I have written in the past and during my studies at Univerisy of Huddersfield from which I have no graduated with a 2.1 Mark in BA Hons in English Studies with Creative Writing. Here you will also find updates on my writing explorations, trial of errors and any other creative events that occur in my life. I have already had some small sucess in my writing life in that a short story I wrote based in Norse Mytholoy and set in York got particular note and attention from none other than Joanne Harris upon her website release of the results of a Fan Fiction Competition she ran earlier this year.
Countless human sausages
all lined up in rows
Smothered in sun cream
from their heads to their toes.
All stubbornly guarding
their loungers and deck chairs
Eager for the sun to fry them
whilst they forget about their cares.
Some prefer to simmer in the waters,
being tossed by the waves
Children and adults splish and splosh
until food they start to crave.
A mini army of ice-cream trucks, vans and stalls
stand at the beach top.
Besieged by dry mouths and eager hands,
all wanting that red lollipop.
The beach is being moved around
in all those buckets and spades.
Sandcastle rise and fall,
none will last these summer days.
Boats and dinghies, pedal cruisers and surf boards
litter the inner seashore.
Seagulls harass the chip shops,
swooping and grabbing with their ruckus caw.
Starfish, crabs and limpets are attacked
by curious fingers and probing sticks.
Teenagers whether bored or stupid
‘tomb stone’ for worthless kicks.
Only when the heat has passed
and rain returns does this circus go.
Giving the beach back to the sea
ending Nature’s seaside woe.
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