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A Writer's Studio student reads at the launch of emerge 2013,
The Writer's Studio's annual creative writing anthology.
A Writer's Studio student reads at the launch of emerge 2013,
The Writer's Studio's annual creative writing anthology.
The weather has finally gotten nice enough that a few days ago I was able to take my bicycle out of storage. I am a menace to society on my bike, pedaling at speeds unsuitable for the campus and fearlessly weaving through cars, buses and pedestrians to get where I'm going. Yep, I'm that guy.
Also of importance, it's a lot harder for me to be late to class when my bike's available, as evidenced this afternoon when I woke up at 1:00 and got to my English class on time 20 minutes later.
Aleksandar Hemon read from his work and then joined with John Freeman in a conversation as part of the Lannan Foundation's Readings and Conversations series live at the Lensic Theater.
Wednesday 28 February 2018
Santa Fe, New Mexico
Learn more about this event here.
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Photo copyright Don Usner. For use, contact donusner@lannan.org .
Poetry session @Chapel Arts Centre for Creative Writing students (Ross Turner, Molly Burnell). Model release forms signed.
Photography - Harris Stovell.
Those who won and the runners-up of the Birmingham Book Festival's Short Story Competition shared their stories at this special reception featuring guest judge, novelist Judith Allnatt
Sunday March 25th 2018.
Members of the University of Oxford Masters in Creative Writing Course 2018. Pictured at The Department for Continuing Education, Rewley House, Wellington Square, Oxford.
For Gail Anderson, Head of Communications and Marketing, Continuing Education.
Picture By Jon Lewis.
Sunday March 25th 2018.
Members of the University of Oxford Masters in Creative Writing Course 2018. Pictured at The Department for Continuing Education, Rewley House, Wellington Square, Oxford.
For Gail Anderson, Head of Communications and Marketing, Continuing Education.
Picture By Jon Lewis.
Young refugees do exercises at the creative writing workshop that Te Papa organised in Christchurch. Photographed by Kirsty Macdonald, 2009.
Sunday March 25th 2018.
Members of the University of Oxford Masters in Creative Writing Course 2018. Pictured at The Department for Continuing Education, Rewley House, Wellington Square, Oxford.
For Gail Anderson, Head of Communications and Marketing, Continuing Education.
Picture By Jon Lewis.
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Those who won and the runners-up of the Birmingham Book Festival's Short Story Competition shared their stories at this special reception featuring guest judge, novelist Judith Allnatt
In the kingdom of Nightingale, where twilight painted the sky in hues of deep violet, Queen Chloe reigned with an unshakable presence. She was the Queen Without a Heart, and yet, in her palm, she carried its steady pulse—a shimmering gemstone infused with quiet life.
She was adored, respected, feared. But she was not understood.
The heart had long ceased to rest within her chest, for she had removed it herself. It was a choice, an offering, a surrender. With her heart in her grasp rather than within her, she ruled without the weight of hesitation, without the burden of fleeting emotions. It was safer this way. Cleaner.
But there were moments—rare, fleeting—when she wondered.
One evening, as the lanterns flickered in the corridors of the palace, Chloe ventured beyond the throne room, heartstone in hand. She found herself wandering through the garden—a place she rarely visited, for flowers belonged to those who allowed themselves to feel.
There, amid the blooming roses, she encountered an old woman kneeling beside a bed of silver lilies. Without looking up, the woman spoke.
“You carry your heart like an heirloom,” she murmured. “Like something meant to be passed down, instead of something meant to be yours.”
Chloe stiffened. “It is mine.”
The woman smiled, plucking a wilted petal from the ground. “Then why do you hold it, instead of letting it hold you?”
For a long time, Chloe did not speak.
She stared at the heartstone in her palm, its pulse mirroring the rhythm of Nightingale’s quiet song. She had ruled wisely, decisively, without the interference of sentiment. And yet—
She looked at the woman. “If I place it back, what if it changes me?”
The woman met her gaze, eyes warm yet unyielding. “Ah, my dear,” she whispered. “What if it doesn’t?”
The wind stirred the garden. The roses swayed. The heart pulsed.
And for the first time since she had removed it, Queen Chloe truly considered putting it back.
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