: About Me

I am 23 years old, a recent English graduate with an overwhelming passion for writing! Writing is something that I've always wanted to do, and it is my dream to become published someday. At the moment I'm working as a teacher (of English) as it means that I still get to work with words!

I enjoy travelling, socialising with friends, reading in my spare time and of course, writing.

I currently reside in London, and have been for a while, so a lot of my creative writing is based around the London way of life.

I am a lover of fiction, hence most of the writing you will see from me will either be poetry, short stories or excerpts from some of my novels.

The best thing about writing, is the way desciptions can be used to create a picture and bring a story to life, albeit on the page. I hope you find that many of my stories have depth and meaning, and most of all realistic descriptions.

Enjoy reading!

No, I have not been published yet, but I'm still waiting! x

My passion is ...

Writing.

I know too much about ...

Romance...

My parents always told me ...

To be a good girl.

My childhood ambition ...

To be an artist.

My favorite memory ...

Being held by my mother as a baby (now I have to fend for myself!)

Why I write ...

Because it enables me to express myself in a way that I can't when I'm speaking

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

'Genevieve' by Eric Jerome Dickey - good book.

My first job ...

Working in Primark (a retail store selling budget clothes and goods).

My best moment ...

Graduating from University (at last!)

My inspiration ...

Toni Morrisson - she is a beautifully poetic and eloquent writer.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Finding love

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A Fleeting Encounter I first met him on my way to work, handsome stranger, I was sure I had met him somewhere before. I bumped into him as I got onto the tube, and our eyes met for one fleeting moment. As we claimed our separate seats, I tried not to look at him, not to meet his eyes; holding up my edition of the Metro as high up as it could possibly go. I heard someone cough, or perhaps stifle a laugh, and I looked up furtively, it was him, he was staring at my paper. It was upside down, I was mortified. I tried to laugh as I turned my paper the right way up and looked away, flicking back...

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