• Creative Corner: ‘Mental Wellbeing & Mindfulness’ Showcase

    This months collection of poetry focuses on the extremely important subject of mental health and wellbeing. This showcase is coming to you mid exam season – and for a good reason – to show that you’re not in this alone! So, without further ado, on with the poems…  Breathe...
  • Creative Corner: The Little Things

    Merry Christmas! This festive season, we here at Impact have done our best to give you a festive-themed entertainment article a day for the 12 days up to and including Christmas Day. Now, as Christmas Day dawns, our festive articles come to an end, but here we hope to end...
  • Creative Corner: Santa’s Brother is Coming to Town

    Honestly, Christmas confuses me. I never quite understood how goodwill and festivity expresses itself in a garb of gluttonous feasting, expensive gifts nobody actually wanted, and sheets and sheets of fancy wrapping paper like the filled wallets of fat cat advertisers. But hey, you guys decided on this tradition...
  • Creative Corner: The Brightest Star

    Snowflakes clung to the windowpane like icing frosted upon a gingerbread house. With a start, Eleanor’s unfocused gaze took in the room around her: bench after bench of hard-working elves hand crafting this year’s presents. No time for slowing down. In her hands was another of the ragdolls, her...
  • Creative Corner: Snow

    I opened the shaking white door and saw a cream white blanket of Snow perched on the cold, shivering ground. I saw a painter, painting the dark sky into a fresh white one. A blanket of snow wanted me to step on it: I imagined it would take me...
  • Creative Corner: The Orphan Girl

    Frankie once again whisks us away to a fairytale world in his latest Christmas tale… In Winter, the call of the bells hound the Orphan Girl as she passes through the flurrying snow. In her rags she is a mere part of the landscape, a muddy blot gone unnoticed...
  • Creative Corner: Winter Poem

    Frost-crisped grass, a glittering field Of upturned blades, and the distant Muffled swell of a choir singing.   Windows fogged with steam and Lights blurred behind, flashing, Pulsing, twinkling against the eye.   A brisk wind to chap the lips, Noses red, feet stamping, hands Thumping, scarfs wrapped tight....