University student and academic. Video gamer and poet. I write non fiction and poetry mostly but equally would love to dabble much more in fictional writing in 2023! 📚🎮🎻🎼🎭🎬⛸️🌸
University student and academic. Video gamer and poet. I write non fiction and poetry mostly but equally would love to dabble much more in fictional writing in 2023! 📚🎮🎻🎼🎭🎬⛸️🌸
“I didn’t realise she was going to tell me something so personal!” I shifted awkwardly towards my mother, I wanted to hug it, but her gravestone stood behind her casting a looming shadow.
“You did so well, talking about loss…” her voice distance , echoed, skin transparent and blurred.
I sighed, for a moment the thoughts ran like a whirlwind in my head, she had told me the loss of a child.
A chi...
If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.
My ambitions boil over like a pan left on heat.
It stuns and burns and leaves an awful oily puddles.
Incomplete tasks and the dwelling of procrastination, a paper umbrella.
My wishes catch like little smiling hooks, they coo and kiss me and catch my held breath with a tug.
The rain keeps me up at night, it holds me down and spits in my fa...
I am like a golden mist melted into autumn leaves -
Veins of leafs run through my arms and a green mildew instills in my lungs.
Ants, worms, sky, silence. A silver slip in amongst the golden leaves, half halted, trees standing to attention like shrouds of soldiers, death moves among them and within it all a blooming light beams with joyous applause.
O, joyous applause. It’s a birthday present ...
Written in a style suitable for 8-12 year old:
Tabby, like all the cats living in WindHollow had a unique ability. Each cat when they are born from the WindHollow Wisdom tree glows with an aura that highlights a category of power. Tabby’s glow was pink; it meant he was especially good at athletics and super power was the ability to jump very high.
When tabby was a kitty he would leap across st...
Trees that talk, sounds like a fiction, but they do I swear, they make predictions.
Mouths of bark they bellow aloud , bushy arms yellow sun-kissed cloud.
I bared eye upon the flowers that blinked and kissed me quite insane.
There is movement along the path of twigs, stone and gravel and whispered tricks.
The woodlands lives alone now, in tandem with wind, friends with the rain and lined wit...
I knew it was going to be , one of those days. The kinda of day where anything that could go wrong actually goes wrong. I woke in the morning in a panic, fuelled by the stress of the week and a holiday at my brothers I took the week before - it felt like the world had squished me between glass and now was sucking the air out of my lungs. I had gotten dressed into my interview outfit , a navy suit ...