Jamie Finfer
Bio
Undergraduate at University of Durham studying English Literature and Mandarin.
Stories (2/0)
Arnie and the Box
When I woke up inside, it was dark and clammy. My mother used to wipe the tears from my face with hands dry from pounding maize. She cooed to me, and I was a child. She made me out of strings and lace, little things stolen from around the house of the master. I remember less and less, the little threads of me undone. I find odd pins in me, odd pains in me. I’m odd and start and stop and start again.
By Jamie Finfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Squire and the Botanist
Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee: When he perceived me shrink and on my knee, His bloody sword he brandish'd over me, And, like a hungry lion, did commence Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience; - Lord Talbot, Henry VI Part 1 [4.7]
By Jamie Finfer3 years ago in Fiction