Drafts in the works like cogs, in the immense machine that is imagination- writing my first novel as and when time presents itself to me freely. I love writing and everything about it.
Drafts in the works like cogs, in the immense machine that is imagination- writing my first novel as and when time presents itself to me freely. I love writing and everything about it.
I zipped up the case silently, not wanting to wake him. It would hurt massively to leave him, I knew.
The last time was bad enough; he wouldn’t speak to me for a month and refused any explanation I gave him. A big fight; I desperately promised it would be our last. Stupid of me to make a promise I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep. The text came a day later, when I was getting groceries. “You are ...
“A lovely piece Miss Hilport, but -“
Here it comes, the reason why I’m still not “up there” with the rest.
I maintained a composed face as he went on to list the criteria that I had to mold myself into, trying to name as many colours as I could in alphabetical order, as I felt the need to keep my whirlwind thoughts at bay. Let’s see, azure.. I nodded and smiled in all the right places, hiding w...
I crept through the dense woodland, not knowing one intangible bush from the other, relying on the moonlight to keep shining my way through, Nature’s invisible ink revealed. Softly treading, trying not to wince at each snap of a twig on the forest floor, knowing, or rather, hoping that I was the soul escapee.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.” I froze, at a voice a couple of metres behi...