As of today, I am temporarily leaving WordPress and transferring over to Medium, another blogger’s site. Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me and supported my articles. I am trialing Medium out for a bit and it may be a permanent move, but I’m not sure yet. You can still find my articles…
[Poems] Tunnel Vision
These days of grey can pass like cigarette smoke, But usually linger like pungent stenches from drainpipes. That rotting odour locks onto my nostrils, Acting as an incessant adhesive that refuses to Leave. Killing interests, murdering my thrills. These eyes of shattered glass stare. They stare at this luminescent screen in agony. Screaming. Shards of…
[Flash Fiction] Fifteen Seconds
100 words// TW: suicide I have been falling for five seconds. Perhaps only ten more to go. Ravenous wind claws at my hair and maces my dry eyes. My wingless corpse’s reflection paints each office window, staining the worker’s minds with nothing more than an insignificant blur. I lose my right sandal and wish it…
[Editorial] Worries of a writer
As a soon to be nineteen-year-old writer (7th of March for those who are interested), right now my future terrifies me. I am a university student studying English and Creative writing, and to be honest I hate my course. Who would have thought a writer would hate an English course!! “It’s perfectly suited for you”….
[Fiction] A letter from S-25F
Another spinoff piece from my novel! Sorry I didn’t upload over the weekend, I’ve had some assignments to do!!! 13th November 2015 – 9:00AM Alternative Corrective Methods Organisation testing facility Candidate: #D-20 [PRIVATE DOCUMENT – A.C.M.O CANDIDATES ONLY] The extract below is from a series of documented accounts, written by selected criminals. This offender entered…
[Fiction] A break from my novel
So I had enough of writing my novel, and wrote a piece about my feelings at the time because I had A LOT of doubt and mixed feelings about it. I haven’t worked on it in about 10 weeks… Do you wanna know what’s torturous? Not knowing what to do. Or in my case, not…
[FICTION] Its living metaphors of complication
Simple daily encounters with arising demons are enough to tip It over the edge. Sparkling sea blue iris’s swallowed by a sea of jet black matter, time in no way close to the finish line. Sure, those snarling sharks within the sky eyes ponder of such sadness, ponder to why It feels such sadness on…
[FICTION] Trapped
For this weekly exercise, we were asked to start a first person narrative with the line “You know what I mean?”, taken from Z Z Packer’s ’Gideon’. We were told to write about something that happened earlier in the narrator’s life. I post every Monday, Thursday and Saturday! You know what I mean?… No. You…
[FICTION] L-19F and S-25F
In one of my course exercises, we were asked to write from the third person limited. These two short pieces are also potential spinoffs from one of my novel projects! I publish every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday!! L-19F third person limited POV After three months experiencing the torment of passing time, she finally realises her…
[POEMS] The Red Wheelbarrow
Once upon a time in a London town, Where office labourers lived, Where habitants frowned. There lived a little girl with a bright red cloak, Bright red boots and a little red bow, Skipping along the pavement, contrasting from city smoke. In her hands, she pushes a little red wheelbarrow. Eyes as bright as rubies,…
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