Works written by students during the Creative Writing Studies.
“He is the worst!”
I met Oliver when I was eighteen.
Today is the day.
It's hot as hell itself inside the studio.
It is a painful truth that the best people
“I don’t think it’s working out,”
The atmosphere of the restaurant felt oppressive.
That was when I realized something about myself.
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, 12:40 PM.
Liam and I agreed on a new meeting.
