Tuesday, June 23Royal Holloway's offical student publication, est. 1986

Tag: creative writing

i probably just need to get laid and stop being so fucking dramatic
Creative Writing

i probably just need to get laid and stop being so fucking dramatic

im, quite aware its fairly unhealthy to think these thoguhts  but dear god we are made like you  but dear god i can see the purpose you gave us  plain in the way you make blood vessels break  in the way the human body deteriorates in the way im,  quite aware perhaps too aware of how you make it satisfying to give in to baser instincts and pleasures  i was never raised particularly religious  but i said prayers to you every night till that one time my mother told me god is perfect and then she  cried at the door and told me to be strong till she came back and i was left with the plate of macaroni  no one else but me liked but i liked it because it was my mother who made it and i would always say i  loved her to her ...
Blue Dungarees
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Blue Dungarees

He stripped off her blue dungarees, Pushed her up against the nearest wall. This wasn't what we agreed, she said, But he shut her up with a smack, a fall. He kissed; he licked and gasped for air, Then after 97 creaks of the bed, he left. Door locked, light out, pain in her chest Wet hair. Scratching at the chamber walls Toothache and sore neck, red lips. Tapping on the big brown door, Rationing her water in the smallest sips. The raven on her window sill seemed to scream, As if he was the prisoner and not she, The bird relentlessly watched her dream. She wished she could fly away and just be. Her lips were cracked and so dry There was no more water in the well For this poor, tired girl to sob, to cry. Not even the salty sea could feed The embryo hanging by a thin st...