Welcome to The Canvas, a creative competition where our amazing design team creates a prompt for students of William Clarke to respond to and...
To sit unbothered, on another cold grey morning in the city, to watch the rain patter on the grey umbrellas of the grey humans that present them,...
The piercing stares burn through my blue scrubs, stained wine red. I try to un-hear the wailing ambulance and crying families, un-see the nurses...
Desirée’s tailbone rammed into the hard plastic of the folding chair, while the bleach cleaner, veiled in artificial lemon scent, pierced...
My heart screams with a voice of rage. A voice of agony. I can’t understand why the world would strike at me again, taking away what I love...
Breathe, Grace. The fresh breeze cooled her flushed cheeks, unsettling the white petals of the Baby’s-breath held in front of...