Creative Writing

The vignettes and descriptive episodes I write are more or less in the style of prose poetry. I’ve included some examples below. If anything strikes your fancy, click on the excerpt to read the full text.

‘Meet Cute?’

Gina pulled a cigarette out of a gold mesh pouch and placed it to rest between her red-painted lips as she rummaged in her purse for a matchbook. The tobacco taste was seeping through the paper and the nicotine was starting to tingle in her mouth and… where were her damn matches!? In exasperation she flung down her bag and tugged at the scarf around her neck…

‘Meet Cute’

Really quite bored indeed. With a slender finger she pushed an apple to edge of her desk. The fruit teetered on the brink and Alice was obliged to scramble and rescue it back again. Absurdly, the apple’s brush with death brought colour to Alice’s cheeks and made her heart flutter. Never mind, for when the Doctor stumbled into the lobby, she was rendered all the more radiant by her excitement…

‘Thelma’

Maybe she had a pale complexion with red ears and broken blood vessels around her nostrils. Her kitchen was always stifling, and beads of sweat stood out on her forehead as her toe impatiently tap tap tapped the linoleum floor. That sticky sound. She always used her wrist to push back the hair from her eyes. Bony wrists and elbows and knees, of course, and hair the colour of a well-wrought gravy…

‘Brooklyn’

As sweat gathered in the supra-sternal notch of her neck, Anne allowed the party’s conversations to flow around her like ebbing Woolfian thoughts. She knew that Cameron was watching her from the couch, and she let her ice-skating fingers circle one knee and then the other…