By the time anyone would know what was happening, it would be too late. I wondered what it would feel like, how long it would take, whether people would have to watch me die or whether I would simply disappear under the water and disappear from sight forever. Thud, thud, thud. I could do it. […]Read more "Sail away "
She had become “that girl”. The one she scorned, the one with whom she swore she never would become akin. She would talk about him, think about him, play his songs, look at his photos. Her heart was melting; her defences relaxing; her smile, an almost permanent feature upon her face, these days. Who could […]Read more "Quand elle n’est pas avec lui, elle pense à lui."
I groan & roll over, curl into a ball The knock at the door, my wake up call. The dream I’d been having fast fades away I swallow my hatred & begin another day. I forget who I was, I’m clothed in disguise Smiling, seductive; I look into your eyes. Filled with lust & hunger, […]Read more "Behind These Eyes"
Books. I’m surrounded by bookshelves, floor to ceiling, in a tall, circular tower room. The gleaming oak shelves come together at the top as though archways, and for every arch of books, there is an arched window next to it. The room is light, spacious; every breath is a refreshing drink. The wooden floorboards echo […]Read more "My Ideal Room"
Have you heard about Ernest Hemingway’s six word story? I hadn’t, until today, and it has delighted me! A friend bet Hemingway that he could not write a story in six words, so the legend goes. He was forced to pay up, when Hemingway produced what he is said to have called his greatest work: […]Read more "Six Word Stories"
I write because I would go mad if I didn’t. It is my outlet; my sanity. So in a way, it’s selfish of me. But then again, to breathe is not considered selfish; it is simply understood as necessary for survival. My head is an explosion of ideas, colours, fragments, the unwritten. Sometimes someone tells […]Read more "Why I Write"
Heart racing, she smashed through the flimsy barricades. “Danger”; “Stay Out”. She kicked the signs with the full force of her frustration, broken bottles crunching underfoot as she rushed past towards the derelict house. Silence screamed at her, and she covered her ears. There was no way to drown out the torment that came from […]Read more "The Ultimatum"