Written 25/09/19 Feelings is a festering word that crawls over my skin whenever it falls from my mouth. In this world I fear I have been made to feel ashamed of them. On the one hand it can't be helped that some things matter so deeply to me, but on the other it's so much [...]
When the leaves changed colour and fell, I didn't think of it. As the air became chillier I only thought for my pile of jumpers, that remained tucked away for so long. A sudden desire to stay indoors didn't even open my eyes. So belatedly, it dawned on me yesterday that I was facing October [...]
Whispers ‘But she was so clever’ They claim, as though one mistaken love Outlines her, rewrote her Fault threaded through the lines. And everything else just a disguise.
How I find inspiration to write. Storytelling is an art that has been around since the dawn of time. It takes on different forms for different people. Most of us here love books or blogging, physical words on a page, but let's also consider there's music and film and photography and art and conversations with [...]
Hello everyone. How are you all? It feels like it's been a while since I came here to write, though actually behind the blog I've been writing a lot. In my absence I've also been catching up on the TBR pile I accumulated too. Amongst them was this beautiful hunk of a book: The Girl [...]
My throat had become dry of attempts at conversation. Even now I couldn't think of any new topic or question to try. I had to accept that Ayumi just wouldn't talk to me. Of course I found it difficult, after all we'd only known each other a couple of weeks, and usually people are at [...]
A list - can probably be applied to other streams of creativity too A DEFINITON OF WRITER'S BLOCK: FOR ME IT'S AN INTENSE HEADACHE AND A STOMACH FULL OF SHAKING FRUSTRATION. PUSHING FOR A THOUGHT TO APPEAR WHEN THERE'S NOTHING. LIKE PUTTING ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OF YOUR ENERGY INTO STANDING STILL. IT'S A FEELING WE [...]
The bar was empty but the words seemed to fill it almost suffocatingly, even bouncing from the gay wallpaper and hanging like a neon sign. Light projected in to make everything bright. Evan was sure his face were covered in shadows. A cold swept over him and made his skin rough as the wooden furnishing.
Here's a pattern I've noticed: you make a wish, work towards it step by step but never feel like you're getting anywhere, then suddenly it's done, you enjoy the moment. And repeat. Life seems to be one long process of creation. A constant journey through that pattern to improve oneself. Although it passes us in [...]
After witnessing a hectic social scene during our first hours in Liverpool, it was surprising to find the city was exceptionally quiet on the morning of Saturday 29th June. We walked just shy of half and hour through the streets without bumping into many people at all. Our intentions were set strongly on breakfast, specifically [...]
