Such a good day to get out of the house and explore. With the Autumn air - not too cold but the perfect time to be able to stand in the sun and not melt underneath it. Even the air feels different when I breathe it in, so light and crisp. I feel like I am floating as I hike up to the quarry - everyone in the little town has been boasting about it. However, the whispers state that it is a place of ...

I no longer am afraid of the darkness; it brings some quiet from my crazy life but also my friend - I have been longing to see him.

His name is Ken, not because his name is actually Ken but because Death just seems too scary of a name, it's kind of stuck now as when I named him, I was five years old, and I was into Barbie - at one time I thought he was my boyfriend, to late to take that back. He ...

'So, who's going to die today?' I point at each and every one of my plants. I narrow my eyes at each of them before I walk over to Mony - my monstera. "No more leaves going brown! I have followed your instructions, I have learnt what you liked, you will survive today! YOU HAVE what you need to survive today," I then went to my pleading voice, "Please let your new leaf open with pretty holes in the...

"Do you have to do that?'

I looked up quickly from my book, forgetting to hold my place on the page.

'What?' I say, in confusion. I slide my glasses back up.

'Read, duh. Why do you have to be such a nerd?' my brother taunts.

I look around me - here I am curled up on the couch in my favourite reading position to the far right of the lounge room, while the family in sitting all to my left of me ...

My eyes flash open, I am standing in an empty room, the walls were a beautiful dark blue, like the ocean. There were four LED down lights, all but one was working. It kept flickering, why has no one fixed that yet?

I hear a hum, I look around to investigate - there are oddly three doors behind me.

The first on my left is a deep red colour, the trimmings were white, the door handle rose gold. Huh,...

I am eager to get the next few minutes over with, these chains around my wrists that connect to my ankles are starting to rub my skin raw. My clothes are but dirty, wet rags around me. My eyes scan the other women who also have been falsely accused of being a witch. It’s absolutely astonishing that the human race has still survived this long, especially wiping out as many females as possible. The ...

I am a puzzle that will never be complete or have all its pieces fit. It is not because I am broken - my pieces are always changing. It could take days to change or months, or even years before a piece is changed, maybe ten are removed all at once.

Having those missing pieces, I use to feel that this was wrong, that this is failure. But after reflecting - it makes perfect sense to why. There are...

‘Dad?!’ I gasp.

This cannot be happening! I look between my phone and out my window in my car. Here I thought while I have a quiet five minutes in my car before work, I’ll try swiping left and right to find the one - such an innocent thought. This is not what I expected to see at 7.15am on a Monday morning.

Now I know mum and dad have been split for a few months now, but why the hell is he comi...

That’s what I feel every time I see my reflection. And no its not because I hate how I look most days as most people would think I quickly glance away from anything reflective, if people noticed it be when I got to my face - mainly my eyes. Some days it can be difficult to look into my own eyes.

Shame.

Guilt.

Hatred.

Why me?

Why not them?

These are some of the questions that pop up in my head ...