http://slow.writerscafe.org/BlueMeltwater The original writings of author Mathew Nicolson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064890 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem I've been working up in my mind for a while, now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1608287/ A part of my Advanced Higher English folio, written in 2013. An account of the lightning strike which ravaged our home and our lives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1218368/ A piece I wrote for my Advanced Higher History folio in 2012. It's set in a parallel world where a fictional dictatorship's hold on power grows weak, culminating in the British Revolution. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1218366/    In conclusion, a wide variety of pressuresfrom foreign governments, groups and individuals were placed upon South Africato abandon Apartheid between 1960 and 1984. Governments imposed military and economic sanctions, as well as voicedinternational criticism in bodies such a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1218360/    In 1978, Vorster resigned after being implicated inthe Muldergate Scandal.  His successorBotha’s leadership saw a divergence from traditional Apartheid policies,specifically those focusing on the ‘pettier’ aspects of segregation.  He saw White South Afr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1218358/    Following Verwoerd’s assassination in 1966,Vorster assumed leadership and continued along the path of Apartheid he hadforged.  During his leadership, SouthAfrica, faced with an increasing threat from African resistance groups, operatedincreasingly as a police state.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1218351/    1960can be seen as a turning point for South Africa, both at home and on the worldstage.  The premiership of Verwoerdentered its third year, and with it increasing confidence to push forward hisideological aims of independence from Britain and separate development.  Hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1218348/    TheNational Party won the 1948 general election and, upon forming a government,began to implement the policies of Apartheid which would define both thecountry’s domestic and foreign affairs for over forty years.  In the post-war context of decolonisation,South Africa&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1218347/ How great were the effects of pressures from foreign countries on Apartheid policies between 1960 and 1984? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1218346/ An exploration of the conflict between the individual and a totalitarian state through analysis of We by Yevgeny Zamyatin, Brave New World by Aldous Huxley and Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1218339/    Twenty minutes later, a scribbled out note lay on a table in thehut, and they were ready to go.   “Food and clothing won’t be a problem,” said Anonni.  “Unless, neither of you are allergic tocotton, are you?  We have similar plantsin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1217850/    “Rebecca!” Billy shouted. Paul stopped, and spun around. There was no mistaking the terror in Billy’s voice.   “The Knight!” he cried, holding the second locket in his hands.  He fell to his knees, in the middle of abusy s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1217848/    Several hours had passed; it was now just passing fiveo’clock.  Billy and Paul, satisfied withthe knowledge that Rebecca and Carrie were still alive, had stopped to eat.  They each had kept a bit of money on them,but they couldn’t live like this forever.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1214152/    “Oh,come on,” Carrie cried. “That’s beyond ridiculous!” Rebecca’s eyes had lit up. Time travel…? “Well,I say time travel,” Anonni said. “But there’s no way weactually could, even if it works in theory. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1213494/    Again, Rebecca was the first to wake up.  She yawned, and stretched out her arms.  Daylight seeped through the trees, andRebecca shielded her eyes, blinking tiredly. She could hear birds singing, having been woken by the light severalhours ago.   &ldqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1213112/    Anonni had missed the action by several minutes, by the time hearrived.  What had once been a well-keptpiece of lawn outside the mansion’s walls was now an over ten metre deepcrater, spanning almost twice that in diameter.  Anonni wandered up to the edge, and looke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1211601/    “Do you believe me?” Anonni asked.   “My soul…?” Rebecca cried. She remembered Sam’s note.  Itmeans we lose our soul…   “Your death will happen a fair bit sooner,” Anonni confirmedgravely.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1211184/    It had beenhalf an hour.  Billy was holding thesecond locket, but he’d received no messages. Anonni’s Interimo-detector informed them they were gradually movingcloser to the locket, so they just continued along.  Billy doubted Rebecca could possibly be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1211002/    “Thirty seconds,” the voice boomed.  Carrie was hysterical in tears. Rebecca was close to that, but still tried to find a way to get out ofthis situation.  There wasn’t one.    “Twenty seconds.”   Dominic .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1210962/    “If you’d kindly leave now, sir-” Dale said, trying to soundtough, but somehow couldn’t quite manage towards Anonni.   “That’s the exact same size and shape as the locket,” Billysaid.  Anonni looked over the greyishgreen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1210629/    Rebecca remained stood at the top of the stairs.  Carrie frantically tried to open the door,but it remained closed.   “I thought you’d have more sense than to return,” Edwardsaid.  “This locket must really mean alot to you.”&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1210572/    They hadn’t followed far, when the two men stopped outside abuilding.   “It’s in here,” the man in black said.   “Excellent!” the blonde man said, half bouncing.  “Your work has intrigued me for so manyyears!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1210539/    Every step brought Rebecca nearer the locket.  She and Carrie stepped slowly towards thefront door; as if it were a live bomb and walking too fast would activate it.   They were half way there, so far, so good.  They obviously hadn’t been seen yet.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1210499/    They had returned to the overgrown and rarely used road leadingto Paul’s Mum’s house.     “We last saw the Knight here, though that does not in no meansmean it will return,” Anonni said.  “Tobe quite honest… I haven&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1210408/    Edward sat in the hallway, eyes closed, quite alone; just theway he liked it.  If he opened his eyes,he’d see three doors in front of him, each made from a different variety ofexpensive wood.  One door led to his room,one other was a bathroom…  The th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1210087/    “It’s dawn,” Billy observed unenthusiastically.  “Last night I was with Mum and Rebecca, safeand peaceful…”   Neither Paul nor Anonni replied.  They were standing in a field, surrounded by curious cows.   &ldqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1210085/ An essay I wrote for my Higher English folio in early 2012. Some of it is already out of date. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209963/    Mark slouched back in his chair, feet outstretched, and gave amighty yawn before pushing his long, black fringe out of his eyes.  People dozed and daydreamed in the rows infront of him, willing the lesson to end in separate unity so they could gohome.  The teacher, Mr Gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209947/    Edward Clark had once again found himself wandering around thenearby forest.  His Dad wouldn’t listen…he hated his Dad so much…  Why did henot ever LISTEN!!??  Edward was always right;everyone should listen to him…  Peoplethat ign.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209944/    Rebecca sat on a hill looking over Manchester, alone.  She had had to get away from everything, allthe noise, so she could think.  She readthe message to herself once again, but it did no good.   It means we lose our soul.  She assumed that meant her, bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209943/    Anonni took them to a small abandoned hut inside a small forestat the edge of Manchester.   “Welcome to my home for the last few days,” he announced.  “I believe it used to belong to a MrShepherd, who died thirteen years ago reliable sources tell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209941/     Carrie regained consciousness, still lying on the wet grass;Paul hadn’t moved her.   “Whe… where am I?”   “You’re in the middle of a park,” Paul replied, helping her up.   “Paul!  The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209938/    The day before the summer holidays ended, Carrie was havingDinner at Rebecca’s house.  They werehaving pizza.   “This is really good! Did you make it yourself?” she asked Eve.   “Oh… yeah,” she replied, lyi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209937/    Rebecca’s life was uneventful after that for severalmonths.  She assumed the locket was atthe bottom of an ocean, never to be seen again.   However, barely a few days after Easter, Eve brought home thenews that her sister - Rebecca’s aunt, Joice had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209936/    The next day, Rebecca was still wearing the locket.  She hadn’t taken it off since she’d foundit, not even to sleep.   And last night she’d had a nightmare.  Such a terrible nightmare, she woke up screaming.  She couldn’t remember m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209935/   Sam Hutchinson was found sprawledon the floor by his son Paul.  He wasdead.   The doctors couldn’t find a cause of death.  His heart seemed healthy enough; there wereno serious injuries, or any trace of poison. The only thing that was wrong with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209933/ When a sinister locket enters the life of young Rebecca Jackson, she will never be the same. What is it? What does it do? Who is this knight that will stop at nothing to claim it... ? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209932/ Two explorers return to Earth, a dead planet, via an abandoned space elevator. What will they find? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209871/ A look into the mind of a cynical teenager living a repetitive routine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209867/ Zhanna lives a slow, dull life in her voluntary exile, keeping only books for company. Her greatest fear is that she will read every book before she dies. Disaster looms when the power cuts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueMeltwater/1209862/