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An Open Letter to a Drag Queen
Dear Drag Queen, I hope you are well, whoever you are. There's nothing more important than keeping well these days! I should probably explain where I know you from. In short, I saw you perform at Oxford Pride 2010. Gosh, it really doesn't seem like 12 years have passed since!
By ThatWriterWoman4 years ago in Pride
The Importance of Rest. Top Story - January 2022.
This year, I have decided to take a leaf out of my dogs' book. Hours at a time, he relaxes guilt-free and warm - unshackled by responsibility and worry. I would like some of that feeling myself and thus, I must learn from him. Here I summerise my new year's resolution in three lessons from my gorgeous canine!
By ThatWriterWoman4 years ago in Petlife
The Purple Pest
Thomas scrolled through his phone, skim reading the latest article from BBC news - ‘Oxfordshire Botanist warns farming community of the dangers of new genetically modified plants’. The bus ride home had been uneventful at best, as had the school day. The most exciting thing to occur was during lunchtime, when the maths class Thomas had been reluctantly making notes in was not allowed outside during lunch, much to the student's chagrin. Instead of running riot around the school grounds in the fresh winter air, each of Thomas’ classmates sat at their desk under the stifling eye of Miss Wickombe, eventually succumbing to the temptation of their mobile phones to pass the time. However, Thomas was slightly craftier than his classmates, and a lot more mischievous. He raised his hand and waited for Miss Wickombe to look over her spectacles and notice. It took a little while and some not-so-subtle coughing but eventually he had her attention.
By ThatWriterWoman4 years ago in Fiction
The L Word
I feel sometimes as if I am living my life through a lens. A filter that makes me see things differently from others. I find the most boring things fantastical, and some of the most amazing things, tiresome. I see beauty, reverence and admiration where others do not and where I was raised to not.
By ThatWriterWoman6 years ago in Viva
Changing colours
Life before lockdown, for me, can be described in one word: 'change'. Five years ago, I left a hospital teaching facility and decided to study 'Animal Welfare' at a normal college. Before this, I was severely ill with an anxiety condition and could barely leave the house.
By ThatWriterWoman6 years ago in Petlife
Komorebi
Heavy curtains open up like my reluctant eyelids, letting in light and warmth from the new day. Brown roof tiles peek out under years of moss and birds begin to whoosh here and there, occasionally landing on the dew-soaked growths to look to the ground; where tasty prizes squirm and wiggle. Grass appears to perk up, windows open, and the world seems to turn once more.
By ThatWriterWoman6 years ago in Humans
The Scarecrow
Collecting scraps to build a nest is tiring work, I thought to myself, circling one of my local fields for the sixth time that day. It wasn't a huge nor pressing issue, as the eggs I had laid were quickly snarfed up by a hungry bird of prey before they could hatch, but I needed a place of warmth to stay for the winter.
By ThatWriterWoman7 years ago in Horror
