
Time and Tide
The stench of decaying seaweed hits me as I shut the car door behind me and make my way to the sea. The waves battle
COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer

The stench of decaying seaweed hits me as I shut the car door behind me and make my way to the sea. The waves battle

I can’t get any words out. My lips seal as soon as the emotions rise in me. When you feel something, words travel with that

‘Quickly, Ben!’ I glance out the bedroom window, hearing a car drive past. ‘Phew, it’s not her.’ ‘I don’t know why you turn into a

It was two o’clock. The sky was bright. The leaves lime, golden, russet brown. Everything was a mess. Twiggy, knotted, dying, living. Beautiful yet barren.

We ate cheap bread. We moaned about lecturers. We said we’d jog at the start of each term. We didn’t. We drank too much. We

Helen and cliff enjoyed the simple things in life. They woke at six every morning, read the newspaper with their breakfast, kissed each other on