Creative, Digital and Professional Writing MA

Matthew Prestage, Chickens, Romans, Countrymen! A Story of Bricks, Buildings and Breasts

Here are some examples of the range of exciting work that our students have produced this year, from the broadly comic to the subtly fictional. Sample, too, some of their creative nonfiction and the beautifully fresh ways they conjure up alcoholism, queer love, miscarriage, nature and infectious diseases – all of them ‘telling it slant’, just as Emily Dickinson recommended.

Jennifer Skuse — The Bottle

‘You're hiding me away again. You know they check the cupboards now. We’ve ended up in a never ending game of hide and seek. You cottoned on to buying the same brand now so it looks like I was opened on Monday. Not that that was opened on Monday and drunk on Monday then replaced on Tuesday which will be replaced on Wednesday in this carousel of corkscrews.’ Read on →

Bottle of red wine being uncorked

Taryn Siegel — Wasted Time

‘I had arrived in Tokyo around thirty hours ago. After a sleepless night in my hostel, I'd spent the day wandering the streets of Shibuya intoxicated with jetlag. Wherever I went, I kept expecting to see him. Every corner, every step. Finally, in the late evening, plodding the familiar steps towards Wasted Time, the feeling had intensified. Like the air waves around the club were alive with his scent.’ Read on →

Japanese lanterns lit up at night

Amanda Whittington — Flying on Ropes and Silk

‘I’m pulling the swing back as far as I can, using a gnarled root to balance my feet on the muddy slope. Opaque morning sun cuts through the sycamore canopy and screws up my eyes.’ Read on →

A girl is on a swing hanging from a tree branch

Joana Pinto da Costa — ...not my sister

‘What I remember most vividly, though, was seeing my mother for the first time. My dad had told me that Mom wasn’t well and that I probably shouldn’t see her for now, but I, stubborn little demon that I was, was having none of it. Turned out, she hadn’t wanted to see me.’ Read on →

Single lit tin candle in a dark room

Camille Rebouillat — Flying Squad

‘“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the Earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have. Been, and there you will always long to return”. I don’t know who said that, but it couldn’t be any truer. There is nothing I enjoy more in life than to roam the sky with my racer, looking down on worldly creatures going about their activities, unnoticed.’ Read on →

Flying Squad by Armand Auquier

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