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Phonetic A Bee Seas
Ladies and Gentleman (and non-binaries), I have written and illustrated a book which I have self-published on Amazon. The book is called Phonetic A Bee Seas, a rather hilarious pun on ‘ABCs’, if I say so myself. Continue reading Phonetic A Bee Seas
So We Meet Again (Barry Saga – Part Three)
The finale of the Barry Saga. Continue reading So We Meet Again (Barry Saga – Part Three)
“The Impressions We Leave Are Really Unexpected I guess” (blog)
A little self-reflection goes a long way Continue reading “The Impressions We Leave Are Really Unexpected I guess” (blog)
The Princess and the Pea
Modern fairy tale. Grimm Continue reading The Princess and the Pea
We Don’t Dance For You – Preface
A feminist novel, focusing on female safe spaces within the context rape culture.
The preface to my creative writing MA dissertation.
It’s only a rough draft, and I guess I just wanted to see what people think…
The Mars Room (review)
My review of Rachel Kushner’s ‘The Mars Room’… Continue reading The Mars Room (review)
When Bert Met Barry (Barry Saga, Part Two)
Co-written by Bert Havenith. Follow-up to Barry’s story. Continue reading When Bert Met Barry (Barry Saga, Part Two)
Trains
I managed only to brush past the closing doors of the train at Sheffield station. I didn’t have time to look back onto the platform, I was too consumed by checking that my hands were clasped around the correct bag. Lilac and denim, with turquoise straps, just like they said. Continue reading Trains
Writing Therapy (reflective commentary on ‘Spitting Pips’ and ‘Poppies Are Red’)
The author attends a weekly counselling service with her therapist. It is a unique form of Cognitive Behavioural Therapy that uses art to enable catharsis. This week, they are discussing the assignment pieces. Continue reading Writing Therapy (reflective commentary on ‘Spitting Pips’ and ‘Poppies Are Red’)
Spitting Pips
When I was a little girl, I believed that if I swallowed the pip from a cherry I would grow into a tree. I think everybody used to think that – maybe. Continue reading Spitting Pips
Ellie Fleur Johnson 