The night is dark It matches your thoughts Your heart will break But so will the dawn.
'Twas the night before NaNoWriMo and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The writing desk by the window was tidied with care, In hopes that inspiration soon would be there; Characters were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of plotlines danced in their heads. The characters were so quiet,… Continue reading NaNoWriMo Eve
Throwback to an older post because I’m too tired and full of the cold to write a new one today.
He emerged from the shadows. A streetlight shone down on him, turning his blonde hair into a halo and forming a pool of ethereal light at his feet. His piercing green eyes spoke directly to her heart. She was instantly enamoured. Love at first sight.
He smiled and she felt warm. He beckoned her over, towards the light. She went without question, amazed he’d noticed her at all.
She stepped in to the light around him. His outstretched hand turned in to a claw. He scooped out her eyes. And love at first sight became the last thing she ever saw.
Read the first part here. Prince Charming had been searching for his missing sister for three weeks now. He had unknowingly followed many false paths in his determination to leave no stone unturned when it came to finding Eliza. It was almost midnight when he came across a high wall, covered in thorns that glowed… Continue reading Shadow Kingdom: Broken
Shadow Kingdom: A Missing PrincessRead the first part here. <Previous Eliza Charming woke around lunchtime, when the sun was at its highest. She looked up at the bright sky and around at the now-empty clearing. The light was hiding more than just the stars- it was hiding a whole kingdom from her. A brief, fleeting… Continue reading Shadow Kingdom: Daisy Chains
The music crackles and he takes my hand for the very first time. The record spins, he spins me with it. We laugh. We dance. We kiss. His song is on repeat. It becomes our song. It plays at our wedding. It plays our daughter to sleep. She plays it herself when she is sad. When she leaves home… Continue reading On Repeat
The news screams of war. Nuclear sirens and wildfires, Flooded homes Extremists taking their fight To the streets. I try to memorize the way you look at me The way my name sounds on your lips How warm you are, how safe. Politicians in hot water Displaced children Without a home nation On a boiling… Continue reading Apocalypse
A stack of photographs lie on the floor. I pick one up. A girl. She is smiling and she is happy. There is laughter in her eyes. She is loud and bold. She is bright and colourful. Vibrant. She is me, but I hardly recognise her. She is me. Before. I pick up the next… Continue reading Before and After Me
Ingredients: 2 cups of self-raising determination. 2 cups of creativity Self confidence, beaten 200ml of love 1/2 a cup of insecurity (it will feel like more once baked, but that's all I promise) A pinch of courage. Method: Mix together all of the dry ingredients thoroughly in a large mixing bowl. Pour in the rest… Continue reading Recipe for Your Soul
I’m not religious, but today I feel blessed. The dusky light filling my living room is soft and beautiful, the air outside is crisp and I feel lucky to be right where I am.
Today I’ve been studying. I’ve been staring at books and my computer screen all day, I have a headache and my eyes are dry, but still I feel fortunate. When I look up from my screen I can see out of the window, through the trees just stirring into Spring, green leaves beginning to unfurl and buds starting to appear on the branches. Chipmunks are running up and down the trunks and tiny, delicate birds flit from one tree to another. Beyond the trees lies a mirror still lake. A swan sits motionless on top of the glassy surface. I look out of that window, past the trees to the lake and the swan and the dragonflies…
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