Cracked Masks

Cracked Masks by Antonia Kasoulidou I’ve crafted a mask out of clay for years. Moulding each corner and detail to perfect my persona and appearance to anybody that isn’t the visitor in my mind. I’d forgotten how delicate clay was. That, after time, when it hardens all it takes is one mistake for the whole... Continue Reading →

The Darkness

I wrote this based on a personal experience I myself had experienced. It was a narrative exercise that we had to do in my AS English Language Course. They were all looking at us… To be more exact they were looking at him… I faced the scene unfolding in front of me and watched in... Continue Reading →

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