Jenny Grant: At least I’m sober
Sunday slumped stuffed to brim slobbing on sofaJoin a gym get involved in snobby yogaSteamy hot bathForget to vapeForget I’m...
Stories by Flourish Team
Nikhil: To The Lockdown
Through this poem I expressed my feelings about the lockdown. In the poem I talk to the lockdown itself about...
Phoebe Anson: SOHAS
I have recently started volunteering for the charity SOHAS as their values are very close to my heart. My role...
Carol Whiteley: Head Held High
Carol Whiteley was born in Sheffield. She is semi-retired and has 9 grandchildren. Carol is exploring creative writing and aspires...
Shea McArdle: Single, Alone, Alive
So my story is actually a story. Once upon a time I said to a few people close to me...
LetitoutLoz: A Letter to My 15 Year Old Self
Lauren please stop trying to fight this. What is happening to you now you’ve got for the long run kid...
Wemmy Ogunyankin: Stories of Home
Stories of Home My journey started long before I was bornOn a land with more colours than I’ve ever seenThe...
Joe Willis: I Want a Word With My Sculptor
I Want a Word with my Sculptor …I want a word with my sculptor.Not for long. Just a quick discussion...
Haley Eyre: Silver Linings – Magpies Love Cheese
Hello, I'm Haley, I'll be your Writer today. Who am I? Now that's a question, with a long answer but...
Group Poem: Message in a Bottle
When two women, Susan and Juliet, met for the first time at The Way I Flourish (the online poetry course...