The disturbing conclusion of students​​ cooking

“That looks… amazing?” I utter, the words trembling from my lips. “Unlike you, I’m no chef…” Anna replies, eye brows raised in mock. Her pan is full of a lumpy red substance, the sizzle sounding morphed and pained. Bits of pepper and tomato begin to ooze onto the counter, they run to escape their fate….

Do not touch a students pile of dishes

“Anna shall I wash yours up too?” Kim bellowed from the kitchen. “My what?” Anna screamed back. “I’m doing the dishes!” Kim heard a large thud as if her flatmate had fallen out of her bed still wrapped in her duvet, then, a rustling as she belted it down the stairs. “No!” Anna screamed, messy hair…

A rebellious​ student

Sally could feel it, the silence in that air crackling with energy. Sally could taste it, the conflict in the room creating a sizzling burn that layered her lips, she licked the chapped corners. “Sally, you know the rule,” Miss Winston bellowed, her voice scratching at Sally’s raw ears that had already endured countless hours…

A real understanding of student life

“It is so cold,” Sam says, shivering under the three duvets layered on top of them. “I know,” Chloe replies. “That is it!” Rose screams, emerging from the duvet fortress and into the sub zero temperatures of the lounge. “I’m turning the heating on!” “No!” The other two scream in unison. “Just this once!” Rose…

The mocking words of an exam paper

He walks in, calming breaths easing his nerves. The student follows his friends, stealing glances to see half smiles not quite reaching their eyes as they sit in the meticulous rows. The boy sits, he does not need to fear, he is ready for – “Well hello there clammy,” a mocking voice said. The boy looks…

Was my university worth it?

So, after spending three years as a university student, I wonder, was it worth it? I spent my first year living in a boiling student flat, becoming a heated mess that couldn’t function in the outside world. Then, a spider infected accommodation where every creak of the floorboard sent me flailing into the air. Lastly,…

A class of mocking mages (a mage in training, part 11)

Her limbs killed, a chorus of moans escaping her lips as she dragged her broken body out from the thin blanket. She cursed mornings, calling the sun a hateful creature as she dressed in her mage gear. Ignoring the growl from her belly, she left for her first lesson. “Little late, aren’t we Ash?” The…

The expectations of a girl in a club

The man comes up to me. His spirited eyes hold nothing of pain, frustration or anger. His hands too smooth to have worked more than a day, no lines of stress puncturing his face…No this was a boy, not a man. Hair matted down by the intoxicating heat of the club, or perhaps his mismatch…