Writing

Autumn

YOU walk briskly through the bustling morning streets. Your breath comes in quick short gasps, the cold air burning your lungs and setting them alight like a Christmas tree. The cold air prickles exposed skin, and you sniffle slightly. Autumn has arrived in a fall of burnt leaves and clear, bright mornings, and anticipation coils… Continue reading Autumn

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Building Bridges

There’s a tear in my heart I can’t fix. There’s a hole he made you can’t fill. There’s something broken I can't mend. There are stitches in my heart, you helped sew them. There's a bridge over the gaps, you helped build. There's a plaster over my wounds, that's healing thanks to you.

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30-Day Gratitude Challenge – Music (flash fiction)

I'M back! After a nice, well-rested break in Verona, I'm back on this 30-Day Gratitude Challenge and taking stock of the important things in life. Like wine. And pizza. Anyhoo, today's prompt is music and so I decided to do something a little bit different. I've written a wee flash fiction about music and my… Continue reading 30-Day Gratitude Challenge – Music (flash fiction)

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A Single Sock

SHE found it at the back of cupboard buried underneath an old jumper and some old tights with a hole in them. It's bright pink colour shone brightly underneath grey wool, and she released a sigh as she pried the single sock free from its dark grasp. She'd been looking for this sock for months… Continue reading A Single Sock

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Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

THE subway rumbled with intent. It had a direction and a purpose, something that she lacked. She sighed, gaze lifting briefly from the phone in her hands to the teen sitting across from her, books spread across his lap. Studying at the last moment no doubt. His eyes were bleary, hands raising every now and… Continue reading Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

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Tattoo

He scratched his arm lazily. His class was dragging by slowly, and he could already see the students losing interest in what he was trying to say. Gazes were shifting towards the clocks, chairs were swinging, and a few phones were already peering out from underneath tables. The students still hadn't realised he could see… Continue reading Tattoo

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Spooky

Streetlights flicker, the wind whispering in your ear as you walk down the street. Exposed skin prickles at the cold air and you pick up your pace, hands buried deep in pockets. Twilight has already faded into darkness, an inky sky bruising the last streaks of daylight. Cloud wisps crawl by, grey shadows painted on… Continue reading Spooky

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The Commute

THE subway thunders underfoot, the vibrations shaking the commuter’s bags. Keys jingle together from within pockets, the sharp noise clashing with the rumbling of a rolling Buckfast bottle along the floor. Occasionally, it crashes into the metal underneath the carriage’s course seats. A sticky mess trails behind the green bottle as the stench of alcohol… Continue reading The Commute

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‘I Know’

“I NEVER hated you, you know?” The villain looked up at the rasping words and blinked stunned. After everything they had done. The bombings, the killings, all the blood that stained their hands - and yet. “I-” -“it’s ok. You don’t have to say anything.” A moment passed. Then two. And the silence rang in… Continue reading ‘I Know’