The Prison
A faint glow of light filtered through the thick, barred, windows. My eyes stared blankly through the gaps between the hot, sticky iron...
The Hospital
Fixed to the ceiling there is a light bulb, shielded by translucent glass, reflecting the light throughout the room. There are no windows...
A trip to Derbyshire
This was a passage I wrote in Year 8 after going on a trip to Derbyshire with my old climbing instructor: Hastily ripping lilac heather...
A windy afternoon in Worthing...
On a windy Worthing afternoon, my family and I opt for the classic cycle and swim at the beach because, well, there’s nothing else to do...
My Favourite Place
My Favourite Place The sound of spinning bicycle wheels rushing down the pavement like swaying flowers in the wind. I feel safe. I feel...
How can you educate yourself in the wake of the current BLM protests?
As the writer's of the Our Lady of Sion Writer's Block, we feel as though we should utilise this platform to acknowledge recent events...