The Act of Writing

This blog's purpose is to showcase any and all of my creative works. This is the piece I would say that I am most proud of, it having received a First from my university tutor. Five Minutes, Four Years Sunlight. A hard-boiled egg yolk in the crisp, cobalt sky. Nothing marred the wide expanse of blue, not even the faintest wisp of a cloud. Children were playing in the fallen piles of leaves, their screams and whoops of joy echoing through the streets of the quiet town. Mothers gossiped together on park benches, their hijabs fluttering slightly in the wind. A young couple sat on the grass – lost to another world. Nadiya stood, taking it all in. The rich scents of spices from the food vendors outside the park’s entrance intermingled with the smell of the damp earth in her nose; the vivid colours of passers-by’s clothing – royal blue jeans, blinding white trainers, a camel coloured trenchcoat – almost an eyesore in their multitudes.   The rumbling car engines and the rattle...