Greg Southwell
Joined June 2021
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Teaching English in China
I look around. All the Chinese students are sitting up watching me. This shouldn’t be too hard. After all, English is my native language. Also, I stayed up till 2:00 last night in my tiny apartment with its kitchen smelling of mould to prepare this lesson.
By Greg Southwell2 years ago in Education
The Eyes of Madison Eve
I wake up gagging to the smell of petrol fumes and almost bring up my last night’s rations. My head is pounding and fragments of memory flash across my closed eyelids bringing dark images of a face, a knife, a scream, a river of blood. I turn my head and grimace as pain stabs through my temples and I sit up and feel concrete under my butt. Where the hell am I?
By Greg Southwell2 years ago in Fiction