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 [...]
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 [...]
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.
Initially I feel that I should point out that life and writing aren't actually two separate entities for me. They are both woven quite neatly together. Writing is my life. Perhaps a better title for this post would be 'how I integrate writing and life'. Writing is a discipline and does best when it becomes [...]
Breathless without moving, my thoughts outrun me time and time again. I often run away into my mind, and lead a completely different life. A lot of my memories actually revolve around the stories I created at the time rather than a realistic recollection. I know that for a long time I was deeply insecure. [...]
It's hard to believe that this time last week I was eagerly anticipating one of the busiest weeks ever. I had the absolute pleasure of attending the London Book Fair for the first time, which was enthralling. As I stepped into the hall on the first day, dotted with the skeletons of stands, my excitement [...]
Bloom A soil buried deep in my lungs Timelessly blooms flowers. They're beautiful, but grow Suffocatingly. If I could plant myself in my own shoes, I'd walk through their splendor Instead. I saw a much better drawing of flowers growing from lungs a while ago, and I remember being captivated by the idea that something [...]
My feet have felt the November chill nipping them. I quite like having cold feet, but the rest of my body must be wrapped tightly. It's been jeans, sweaters, jeans, sweaters, day in and day out. The streets are wonderful to walk in the cold. Most of my free time has been spent outside this [...]