We apologise for the lack of posting and response to emails recently. We've all been preoccupied with University and some personal issues. We are not ignoring any publishers or writers who are attempting to contact us, but we already have a lot of reading on our English courses so we will not be able to review any books until Christmas - perhaps even later, as we have summative assignments and more reading over the Christmas break.
We sincerely apologise for any inconvenience this has caused. Thank you for your understanding and patience.
- The Eccentric Trilogy Team
Saturday, 25 November 2017
Thursday, 9 November 2017
Hey guys! Its Lydia! I know it's been over two weeks since I last posted, I really need to write it in my phone (she says while forgetting to remind herself). Anyway this is the last piece I had to write my creative writing module at university. Hope you like it!
Is life fixed in birth? Soft to age’s jowl -
Bundled light from womb, and then stamped in black.
Wicked and wayward Death, to feel no foul -
But only gleeful springs that build our plaque.
Greyness of moments creep, in waking dreams
That you and I, simply sweeting, mortal.
Deep crowfeet lines and veracious streams,
Fading thoughts alone to feed Deaths chortle.
Yet, please let this not fill life’s fragile mind.
Don’t exist to plenty in Ends appeal.
Think only of loves laugh or sunshine kind,
Gulp its fresh water, clutch a steady steal.
Soon to be dead in thinking of the tomb,
Life is hard. Will you spend its gift in gloom?