The impact of Covid-19 on small businesses

By Yuli Atta

Many businesses have been affected by the Covid-19 outbreak. Some small businesses have had to fully close down, others are struggling to make the sales while some are thriving.

Snow -BTS fanfic-

By Melissa Oates

Okay so before you read this, just a couple of things, I made this fanfic for one of my friends and like the majority of all my pieces its currently on hold. Second thing this story is also on my Wattpad (link here) and finally I hope you enjoy (also apologies for any typos).

Chapter 1

It was mid afternoon, Crystal was sat in her favorite spot in the corner of a quiet coffee shop, with a latte in front of her and her sketchbook in her lap. She sighed, focusing on the page that was open, leaning her head onto the cool window to soothe a growing headache.

Winter -Short Story-

By Melissa Oates 

It was a frosty afternoon in mid-December, the snow fell gently to the ground.

A boy around the age of nineteen waited impatiently by a frozen fountain. He was dressed for winter as he wore a pair of black skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt that was covered by his winter jacket. His mop of brown hair was covered up with a beanie.

A Hidden Witch

By Melissa Oates
I wrote this piece for a module last term, I will be re editing but for now I hope you enjoy!

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Lucy had always known that she was different, hearing voices wasn’t normal, especially for a sixteen-year-old, and she’s pretty sure that seeing the dead wasn’t normal either.

Eyebrows

By Yuli Atta

(This was a practice piece written for one of my modules at university. We each had an adjective and had to write a character who is described by that adjective without actually naming it. Try to guess mine. The individual whose POV I chose is a real-life person whom I call the Eyebrows.)

It was late at night; the silence of the house was deafening. The only thing I could hear was everybody’s relaxed breathing and the dog’s occasional whimper in its sleep. My stomach growled. I turned on my bed trying to ignore it and go back to sleep and accidentally bumped into my sleeping wife. I didn’t apologise, she was fast asleep so why would she need an apology. My stomach growled again. This was so annoying; why would I get hungry in the middle of the night again. I grunted and got up. I opened and closed the door to our bedroom and could hear my son’s talking in his sleep. I went over to the kids’ room to check on him. Weird, the older one wasn’t there. My step-daughter? No, no, she was my daughter… Or was she really? After all I had adopted her only to make her mother stay with me longer. That bitch refused the first time I proposed but I knew she wouldn’t after she got pregnant. Who would want a kid outside of marriage after all? Certainly not me.