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The apple was plump, ripe, bursting with juicy flesh like the curves of my body that I hide with frilly layered gowns. Sweetness and untai..

Dear Milly, I folded this letter as many times as I could to make it really tiny and I gave it to the big guard man at the fence next to you..

Hattie clambered up into bed and rolled herself up inside the cold pink Barbie quilt, imagining she was a snug little worm, wriggling around wit..

For as long as Hollie could remember, Donald hung in her grandmothers hallway, trapped inside an ornate wooden frame, which was once gold but no..

I. I had lived in Madison all my life with my mum, dad and little brother Cody. Madison was a small tight-knit village cut off from the s..

I. Malcom Brodie existed but he never really lived. Malcom was never without a book. He was a spectator of the lives of a thousand fictional..

In the midst of the war, they exchange their vows. Nuclear bombs erupt and deafen in their wake, fire and smoke climbing to the heavens. ..

I'm not 100% happy with this piece and I know it needs some work so please be kind :')

Caged 1. Textured grey layers, thick and woollen. Must be opaque. Criss-crossed over tightly, to guard the hallowed chamber; secret, sa..

I clumsily stumbled off the train into the frosty, crispy air of Glasgow Central Station after my gruelling nightshift. My feet ached, my eyes w..