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Week 5 Creative Non-Fiction

  Seven Hills by Helena Wright It was 11pm. The floors were swept, the counters were wiped, and it was about time for me to clock out and go home.   I groaned at the thought of the walk back to my house in the rain. It wasn’t far, but it was up the hill; one of seven. Sheffield is built on seven hills. One in city center, one in Nether Edge, one in Meadow Head, one from Manor to Manor Top, one in Firth Park, one in Wincobank, and finally, one in Hillsborough. The one I couldn’t avoid. I lived on Dykes Hall Road, right at the top, past the tram lines, past the park, past the stadium. The walk was unbearable after days like this. I looked over my list of end-of-day tasks for the cinema. I was the only one on the close today, so if I missed anything, I would definitely get the blame. I walked round the little cinema. It was eerily empty. Of course, there would never be customers at this time, but I thought it was strange for there to not even be any staff. I listened to my ...

Week 4 Short Story

  Spring Cleaning by Helena Wright Despite the state of the place, Lara had been putting off cleaning out the garage for months now. The thought of such a physically demanding task was unbearable most weekends, especially after a long week at her boring office job, but today was the day. She fiddled around with her bunch of keys, before presenting a little one, almost black with rust, to the ramshackle old door. She slid it into the lock, and turned it back and forth a few times, until there was a satisfying click, at which point, she pushed the handle away from her. It took a few tries before it finally swung open. She thought something might have fallen, and was in the way, but the heavy rain had just made the rickety door expand so much, it was reluctant to move out of position. The hinges creaked, revealing the inside of the room. It was exceptionally untidy, Lara thought. There were boxes piled up in one corner, filled with seasonal decorations that were no longer used. ...