Drip. Drip. Drip. The endless sound of the leaking pipes. Crack. Crack. Crack. The endless walls of peeling paint. Clink. Clink. Clink. The solemn keys of the lonely piano. All the chairs, deserted. All the corners, empty. All the glass, smashed. Silence danced on the stage, like the entire room was filled. The refrain finishes … More Silence
5… This was it. The end of everything I knew. 4… My legs were running faster than I thought they went. I needed to get under cover no matter how far away I was. 3… The whole country was in danger and it was down to me to protect the country. 2… I suddenly saw … More We Will Remember
The ability to write a story is nothing short of a super power. I believe I have this ability, but I can’t find it in the expanse of my spacious mind. Maybe I will find it when I’m older, when I’m a teenager, or when I just feel like sitting down for hours on end … More Nothing
Right in front of our eyes, sitting in Thornden Hall, was the famous film-maker and author Matt Dickinson. In a career spanning from risks, injuries and achievements, Matt Dickinson had completed his child-hood ambition- a trip up Everest.