I am a passionate creative writer, and my work was long-listed at the Henley Literary Festival last year. I am new to freelancing and would love the opportunity to showcase my ability with you. This is a small sample of some of my writing:
1) Susan drifted in and out of consciousness. Her lank and greasy hair clung to her jawline, and her lips were raw and cracked. Her jeans stuck to her legs, saturated with her own urine. She sat, hunched, with her back pressed into the corner, putting as much distance as possible between herself and the letter on the doormat. The sound of a car horn woke her, and her eyes flickered open. She mustered the strength to lift her head. With effort she focused on the insignia on the front of the envelope, a circular, black, Celtic looking design. It bore no other mark. No address, no stamp, no postcode. It was from them. She guessed she’d been sitting there for three days, paralysed with fear, unable to bring herself to even touch the envelope, yet unable to escape its clutches. The baby’s cries had long since stopped. Even Jack had fallen silent.
2) The trigger for my release, my escape, lies beside me. His chest rising and falling in time with the lapping waves as he sleeps. His body is leathery tan, contrasting with the white hairs on his chest. It speaks of the life I could have led. I stroke the hair from his face; the movement evokes a muscle memory almost 40 years old. We are in the sand dunes behind Studland beach. I arch my neck as...