Tag: creative writing

"Spending years of loneliness sitting on that toilet seat, a haven from slow lunch times with no friends, I knew the peeling paint as if it were my own palm, cream cracking, exposing the avocado green of the seventies."

To blink a bloodshot world away And drink in rough, and burn, and heat Until she comes to kiss the dark.

Something crawls up my throat, more bitter than honey.

Death comes, and they draw the curtains – Not in Spain. In Spain they open them.

Agnes need not have walked in on them fucking to know what was going on.

"The quads no longer echo with passing, light-hearted exchanges or 3am stumbling returns from Hassan's."

In light of the current coronavirus situation, we at Cherwell are interested in bringing together student zines to publicise Oxford's writing community. Many students in...

'The End of the Tour' is a powerful biopic, but by all accounts it gets David Foster Wallace wrong. Does that matter?

Benedict George takes a trip into the surreal with a phone that refuses to leave its owner in peace

In verse, Harry Smith examines memory and sensation

Simran Uppal finds inspiration in the recollection of his grandfather’s stories about Jalandhar, India