I’m 23 years old and am looking to practice my writing to see if this is something I want to pursue. I’ve always loved creative writing and reading so looking forward to this experience!
I’m 23 years old and am looking to practice my writing to see if this is something I want to pursue. I’ve always loved creative writing and reading so looking forward to this experience!
You told me I never appreciate you, so let me do it now.
Thank you for the judgement, the stares, the sighs and the rolling eyes.
Thank your for the missed calls, the read texts, where you’d lie and say your phone was dead.
Thank you for every time I I held onto air when I cried in chronic despair.
Thank you for the lies, the tricks, the jokes.
But most of all, thank you for making me love myself ...
“Oh, pop the heating on, will you darling? I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Elizabeth called to her husband while wrapping her woolly scarf around her neck, tucking the ends into gap of her fleece coat. She was starting to sweat a bit under the extra layers but she knew she’d appreciate them when she was outside.
British winter was never forgiving, especially during the night and she wasn’t going t...
I dreamed about this moment since the day I met him.
His flushed face gazing at me, so expressive and emotive that it was hard not to be lost in his passionate gaze. His strong hands would grip me and hold me close, and I would do the same to him.
Sometimes the dreams would end there, sometimes they carried on to the point where I could feel the heat in my cheeks just thinking about it. Such beaut...
The clock was the first thing one would notice in the old house. The noise, tick-tock, echoed out down the corridors, making sure it was noticed, even while out of sight. When one did manage to find it, hidden amongst the shelves and decorations, mounted to the side of the wall, it was entirely unremarkable.
That was the common opinion when seeing anything in the dusty living room: unremarkable. ...
I was writing until it happened. The river of words once flowing dried up in my mind, while ideas and energy seemed to sink into the mud left behind. I tried digging them out, physically doing something to try and unclog whatever blockage cut off my thoughts. They seemed to sink deeper into the muck.
I thought time my help, or maybe a sudden burst of pressure would break the dam and allow the flow...
The ground shifted below our feet as the machinery slowly clanged awake. My sister and I were safely strapped into the hanging chairs, at least the ride lady said so, and we were bouncing in the restraints.
It started slow, an easy crawl, before speed began to take it, and take us, higher off the ground. Daisy grinned, teeth glowing in the midday sun, as she kicked her legs in excitement. I’m sur...
It was a wreck when we bought it,
Unloved with little to salvage,
But with some paint and some grit,
We turned a house with damage,
Into our home.
We were a wreck when we fixed it,
Little money and energy to spare,
But we never did quit,
And instead grabbed a chair,
As we looked forward to tomorrow.
We were a wreck when we heard,
Our two would become three,
And time slowly blurred,
Until overcom...
The lamp was, if I remember right, bought by my mother at an antique fair a few years ago, right before she died. When lit up, the stained glass shade came to life with flowers and artistic swirls, in lovely shades of red, green, brown and black. These were but a few of the reasons that I loved that lamp.
The handle as my dad grasped it was vintage bronze that looked elegant, compared to the rest ...
He gasped, deep and loud, as his mind and body adjusted to the sudden change. He was lying on the hard ground, rocks digging into his back, staring up at cloudless sky in confusion. How did he get here?
He remembered flashes and shouting but nothing specific, and he was the only person around in what he realised was a meadow. Sitting up slowly, he looked around to see nothing but green for miles. ...