From a short distance it looked like an installation. Someones forgotten works, from long ago, a hollow frontage, a canvas for some kids to tell a story on. The windows, once openings to gaze through, were filled in, replacements, clumsy and childlike were scrawled over the boards. Some had plants on the windowsill, another had… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #7
Just as a little preface to this weeks Writing on Wednesdays... The little piece of prose is about a weird experience I had when I was a young teenager that has always stayed with me as entirely unexplainable and weird. In the same vain as of this Saturday I am going to be starting a… Continue reading Announcement! Interested In Ghost Stories?
Sometimes, I wonder if the universe is watching, cradling my fate like a nurturing mother, looking on with plans beyond my comprehension, holding all the good things that are yet to come, close to her heart, like a winning hand, ready to make up for all the pain. But when I stare up at those… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #6
On rainy days, moments when I wasn't outside playing and the hours before bed when I was little I'd occupy myself with some of my mum's books on mythology, faeries and giants. One book stood head and shoulders above the rest for me: Alan Lee and Brian Froud's 'Faeries', I'd happily lose myself in the… Continue reading Meeting Alan Lee and Three Generations of Love for Tolkien.
INTERRUPTING USUAL BROADCASTING. PUBLIC SAFETY ANNOUNCEMENT. At approx 4:30 pm GMT strange atmospheric phenomena began to manifest in the skies above cities and towns all across the UK. It is now 5:30 pm and the purple, ultraviolet lights in the sky do not seem to be letting up. Mina Amari is in London where she… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #5
Firstly, tonight I will be posting the Rupi Kaur 'Milk and Honey' review. 17th of June: Escaping to the Countryside - a post on another trip myself and Jordan took into the North Yorkshire countryside. 24th of June: Meeting Alan Lee - last week myself and Jordan went back to Hull, UK, where my mum… Continue reading Upcoming Posts: The Next Three Weeks. *EDIT*
You are a small village, located in the south of England. Secluded, safe, you can't see into the shadows. We are in the shadows, behind the tree line, we are the wolves, red on our lips, we are hungry and it's your blood we're after.
Choices are a part of our lives every day.We cross the road, we decide to follow one path instead of another. Consequently our world forms and is built around that choice. Our reality moulds around it. Choices have the ability to create worlds. Right now there are people who have had their choices taken away… Continue reading On The UK General Election a Week Today.
*WARNING: this short story has some sensitive content that may trigger/upset some readers* When June was 7 she decided to run away. The month was June and she knew it was time, because June was her name and June was the month. On the first of June, she collected her most important items in a… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #3
From the one you throw stones at when I sit on your garden wall. Hi from the street. This is my kingdom. The trash laden back alleys, full of forgotten toys, thrown away by children who got something better last year for Christmas. Once I might have had a home, a vague memory of somewhere,… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #2