As today is the last day I’m going to be spending with my family before going back to University, I’m only going to write a short post today. I thought, as this is a post about literature, it might be a good idea to share with you some of my personal favourite pieces of writing.
I think my all time favourite book would have to be George Orwell’s 1984. This was the book that made me want to write professionally (or at least try to) and has given me a lot of inspiration over the years.
Other personal favourites include: The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini; Waiting For Godot by Samuel Beckett; and Death Of A Salesman by Arthur Miller. All of these texts have helped me on my way to where I am now, as a person, and as a writer.
Let me know what you think of my favourites, and your own literary inspiration by commenting…if you want. Thanks for reading.
So Easter is done, and so is my Easter Challenge. To be honest, I’m quite sad, I enjoyed writing so many pieces and if I hadn’t set myself the challenge, some of them may never have been written.
To celebrate the fact that I successfully completed the challenge, I’ve changed my blog around a little. Most noticeably, I have introduced a new theme which I think improves the aesthetics of the home page, it makes it a lot neater (minimalism at its finest).
Also, I have added a ‘Best Bits‘ page. On this page you will find a frequently updated page of favourites, both mine and my readers. Make sure you take a look and let me know what you think, I would also welcome suggestions as to which of my posts you would like to see included.
So, thank you for reading and I hope you come back for my scheduled piece of prose later on.
I was walking home after a night out in town; it was raining and I didn’t have an umbrella. It was horrible but I didn’t have the money for a taxi. As I turned onto Oxford Road I saw a man following me, I’d seen him before at the club and now, here he was.
I panicked, I was acting irrationally. It was dark though, and I was drunk; so I ran. I kept running until I was nearly home. That’s when I was mugged.
Two big guys jumped out from the alleyway; they kicked me and pushed me against the wall. I reached for my wallet and phone as the held a knife to my stomach. Terrified, I gave them everything I had.
That’s when the man I thought was following me came round the corner; my attackers ran, they had what they wanted from me. Turns out joe, my saviour, lived in the same accommodation block as me. He helped me home.
So I was wrong, never judge a book by its cover, or a person on first impression.
Over Easter I am going to have a lot of free time, and I mean a lot. This is due to the fact that I’ve agreed to work in an ice cream van (parked outside B&Q) from Thursday to Monday this week; eight hour shifts each day…
Still, customers won’t be a constant, so I’ve decided to write two short pieces of creative writing on top of any other posts in my breaks. This means three pieces of writing on Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday!
I’m on the train to Dharamasala now, it’s just north of the so-called ‘Golden Triangle’ in India so i think it will be quieter than anywhere we’ve been before.
I can’t wait to start teaching in the school; still can’t believe we were delayed for seven hours though! I suppose I’m sort of glad; we played games with Jeremy on the platform and a huge crowd formed around us. I don’t think many had seen a white person before, they were fascinated by us.
Travel Journey Entry 5
I couldn’t sleep in the bunk beds so I went to the toilet; I met a pair of men by the door with the conductor, they had opened the train door to let some fresh air in.
They seemed friendly enough, we talked for about an hour. Apparently the two men were brothers, they were both metal workers on their way to see family; they told me they worked in the city for months at a time. One of them had a new daughter he was going to meet for the first time when he got home!
I’m sat at the door now, the train is moving slow enough to hang my legs out the carriage. It’s hard to see but I think there are small villages all along the tracks, they don’t have electricity so I can’t see any lights. Everything is so peaceful he-