I write things.

I'm a creative writing student and this blog is a place for me to post what I've written. I was fifteen when I first wrote some of these, I'm 21 now and have (hopefully) improved somewhat! Please feel free to comment and critique.

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Pluto

You've always been
the cold and distant type.
Weird kid, little guy.
Glowing faintly amongst your
shining colleagues,
and your drunken orbit
left a lot to be desired.
Sorry mate, you're fired.
Posted by Flo at 20:09
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      • The Lost Poem
      • Possession
      • Experimental Fiction
      • Synonymia
      • My attempt at a villanelle (they're really hard!)
      • Sonnet to a Supermarket Employee
      • Soup
      • Pastoral
      • Ghosts
      • Snow Day
      • Tonight
      • Back thenthe months would crowd into minutes.Each ...
      • Your House (part one)
      • Photographs
      • Your House (part two)
      • Close Encounters of the Worst Kind
      • I Am Not a Robot
      • Strawberries
      • Autumn
      • Icarus
      • Seven Minutes
      • Your House (part three)
      • Pluto
      • Neptune
      • We could live beneath a blanket,coiled tight as sp...
      • There's a girl round herewith a barbed wire spinea...
      • You never said sorry.
      • We shake our headsto block out noise, sweep issues...
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