The clock on the wall

You look at the clock on your wall. You’re late. You worry. You overthink. The stress overwhelms you and you rush around the house in an attempt to collect all of your belongings and thoughts at once, and you hastily get into your car. Speeding and spiralling across the road, you skid past blurred signs…

The yellow star

(The following piece of writing is the first chapter of a story based during World War 2, from the viewpoint of a young Jewish girl. This was written for my A Level English coursework under the criteria of racial prejudice). My father, Aryeh, has gone to collect the paper. As a working-class Jewish household without…

Poem – A windy day

A flow of harmony Shadows and light. Blades of grass sway They ripple and roll. Pattering raindrops The whooshing of breeze, A calming rumble Untangling of leaves. The movement of unity Through the grass they row, Paddle into the wave Together they flow. Whistling and rolling Spiralling forward Bumping and crashing Hurled to the shore….