Writing On Wednesdays #16 ‘Elm: Written From The Rage Of The Earth’

Scratch scratch We’re digging out. Climbing the roots of the earth like rope. Click click Lock your doors and lace your land with salt. Scrape scrape This wood won’t keep us in, Not for long. Lock your doors all you please. Scatter scatter We empty the town as light leaves. Quiet your children, go below.… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #16 ‘Elm: Written From The Rage Of The Earth’

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Writing On Wednesdays #15 ‘A Case Against Willful Ignorance’

Buried: Part 1. You have forfeit your past, in the name of fruitless spending and mountains made of paper, dyed into colours that tell you how much you are worth. Uncovered: Part 2. Memories repressed, haunt your dreams. Haven't you learned yet? Wounds ignored, fester, infect, growing bacteria, occupying all life. Exhumed: Part 3. All… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #15 ‘A Case Against Willful Ignorance’

Writing On Wednesdays #14: ‘Something To Give’

This is for someone as warm as the sun. For years now I’ve been desperately trying to curate myself into a garden. So far I’ve only managed a few weeds, one or two spring blooms that lived short, bright lives, before they died. I tend to the patches of earth, unreliably and clumsily. And sometimes… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #14: ‘Something To Give’

Writing on Wednesdays #13: Those Lost To The Earth.

This year, I try to hold you tight, cradle you softly but steadily. I don't want to let you fall. You came to me first, in 1914. Crammed in. Pushed. Bent, broken. I tried to make room for you. Sad souls. Tired, wasted and wasting. When you finally fell, under the heat, I took you… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #13: Those Lost To The Earth.

Preface To My Latest Writing On Wednesdays.

Just a little bit of info and context! My full name is Bryony Porteous-Sebouhian. Sebouhian is an Armenian name. This name and this part of my heritage comes from my grandad's side of the family. Armenia is a tiny country that, I imagine not many people will know much about, except that the Kardashians and… Continue reading Preface To My Latest Writing On Wednesdays.

Writing on Wednesdays #12 

Fall Away. ​The world is floating by once again, in hues of warming orange and yellow. I watch the trees turb, conkers fall, like polished jeweks, hidden treasure in amongs the leaf laden ground. It's quiet now, for that small snapshot in our year. Before the bustle of Christmas. Walk by the river. Be near… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #12 

Writing on Wednesdays #11

Bote: German for Messenger. I woke early one morning, sprung out of sleep by something unknown. My bedroom was freezing cold, like a window had been left open all day and into the night, the cold winter air filling the room like smoke. But, the window was closed and had been all day. I blinked… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #11

Writing on Wednesdays #10: When I visited My First Birthday. 

E.HOURS 6:30 am Today I am exactly 29 and a half years old. Out the window of the Odyssey I can see the gas giant, its rings circling it like the inside of a tree trunk. The Odyssey floats like a cloud, breathing out cold gusts every so often, her windows are eyes, looking onto… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #10: When I visited My First Birthday. 

(A Late) Writing On Wednesdays #9: An Attempted Novelist.

This week I thought I'd talk a little bit about that other thing I kind of do but am a little terrible at keeping up: writing a novel. Just recently Patrick Ness - one of my favourite writers - tweeted (you should 100% follow him) saying that he never writes more that 1500 words a… Continue reading (A Late) Writing On Wednesdays #9: An Attempted Novelist.

Writing on Wednesdays # 8: New House, New Leaf and All That Jazz. 

I mentioned in my apology post from Thursday, I have recently moved! After a series of unplanned and unforseen events unfolded 2/3 months ago, myself and my boyfriend, Jordan ended up looking for a place for just the two of us. It was all very stressful at first and we only had a month to… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays # 8: New House, New Leaf and All That Jazz.