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...
Nature is Getting its Revenge
Only a fraction of the sound heard on a normal Monday can be heard today. Trains pass by even less frequently than before, whirring along...
The Desolate High Street
Who can look at anything anymore: a door handle, a handshake, a bag of vegetables without imagining it swarming with the invisible...
A World of Surrealism
I had never heard the world so silent. I jolted my head forward, backwards left and right, and yet I couldn’t catch a wisp of anyone...
Beating Hearts
In those streets I was the only beating heart, the only being of warm blood and flesh. The walls around me were doubtless home to many in...
