Leah Scarpati

Leah has always been a book worm; her love affair with the written word was first nurtured by her Grandmother from an early age and it continues to this day. Her ambition has always been to be a published writer but after an uneventful chat with the careers advisor at age fourteen, she was told to get herself a proper job. So she's now a wage slave to the civil service but still loves writing. Harlan Coben once told her to 'Just write.' So she does, she favours prose (only ever seeming to write poetry when she's depressed) but will try her hand at anything. She often sits in her study, either creating fictitious worlds or venting frustrations in blogs while her bookshelves groan under the weight of the many books piled around her.

She is currently undertaking a Creative Writing Degree at Hull University and was inspired to write for thisisUll.com after a chat in class when she realised she needed to pull her finger out and get her work out there. She's still writing. Leah's contributions are listed below.. For the index by Section to all Leah's work Contributions click here. No Sections:  2  No Items:  9 Fiction,Opinions

Fiction - Mary and Me By Leah Scarpati
	The train station was full of children, a mass exodus of sorts. Some were crying, others were brimming over with the obvious excitement of their impending 'holiday'. A variety of ages, the children were all dressed in their best clothes and stood around on the platform with their boxed up gas masks hung over their shoulders and suitcases littered around with their names and destinations printed on them. 'Now you listen to me Billy,' his Mother said. Her voice wobbled a bit. Read more...

Opinions - Dating Nightmare Part 2 By Leah Scarpati
	I'm pleased to say that I have a different slant on the subject now. I'm so fickle...all it takes is a month of dating with a TDH rugby playing fireman and the dating garden's all rosy! All the time I was complaining about the crap first dates with guys I very easily found something wrong with (often when there probably wasn't actually anything wrong with them); I wasn't really thinking too far ahead. Read more...

Fiction - Blood in the Bath By Leah Scarpati
	It was Halloween night and the weather suitably matched the mood of the evening. Like a parody of a horror film, the wind howled at forty miles per hour, blowing the dried up autumn leaves up into mini tornadoes down the deserted and dimly lit street. The odd raindrop fell from the sky, threatening to pour down but unable to carry out the threat to its full potential. Read more...

Opinions - Dating Nightmare Part 1 By Leah Scarpati
	Why is dating such a nightmare?! I must admit I haven't really been on that many successful dates; I've only had 2 long-term relationships and 3 half-arsed attempts at them that didn't last more than five minutes. So in between those I've been on enough dates to be suitably apprehensive about how they'll turn out. I've found that in my experience they go Read more...

Opinions - Mary Poppins, I Ain't! By Leah Scarpati
	I may sound like an old spinster woman but I'm convinced I can drum up a following on this one. I was at the gym tonight (trying to work out) and I'll admit, was bloody knackered by the time I got to the changing rooms. I'd had a crap day at work and all I wanted to do was chill out. Cue - screaming kids in the changing room. So I decided to escape Read more...

Fiction - 100 Words Competition - Resurrection By Leah Scarpati

	Conscious again. The rhythmical drip-drip of condensation echoed around the cave. Kate couldn't see her hand in front of her face, were her eyes even open? The fall had shattered her torch as well as her ankle; as the pain continued to bite, panic rose. She couldn't feel her toes. Hours of calling for help had been swallowed by the chasm of darkness, Read more...

Fiction - Two Sides of the Same Tattoo Needle. By Leah Scarpati
	Well I can certainly say I've learned my lesson! Mummy had always warned me about expressing myself through body art, tattoos, piercings and such like; but the more she told me not to, the more determined I became to disobey her. "It's just not what people like us do dahhling," she purred in-between a long drag of a cigarette and a sip of her dry martini. "Just because Read more...

Fiction - Hangover By Leah Scarpati
	The day ended as it had begun - disastrously. From the minute she opened one sticky mascara eye, then the other and the hangover woodpecker began to tap-tap-tap at her head; she knew the day was a right off. Her head hurt so much she could she feel her hair growing, her tongue was dry like an arid river bed and was fixed to the top of her mouth; Read more...

Fiction - Faster Than the Speed of Silence By Leah Scarpati
	The phone's ringing again - the second time today. Its shrill chime echoes around the house, reverberating through the hall and into my warm little cocoon of a living room. It makes me nervous. It's like a foreign body, stealthily making its way through the house, looking for me- preparing to bump me off, to throw something at me when I least expect it. Read more...

Fiction - Everyone Loves The Big Girl By Leah Scarpati
	The lights go back on and there are cheers, claps and wolf whistles as I take my final bow. That plank of a DJ ruined the end of my performance by cutting Shania off short instead of fading her out like I told him to. Thankfully I don't think anyone noticed. I'm sweating like a pack horse, but at least I've given it my all. Large Lady Kiss-a-grams are getting a good reputation and I reckon it's all down to me. Read more...