ode to autumn

leaves’ souls burn up in red, orange and yellow flames gnarled bark shivers in bare naked branches pale sky wraps up for autumn in a coat of clouds sweet rain quenches thirsty soil and greedy roots faded petals crinkle up like tissue paper, shrivelled but bulbs beneath sit fat and warm, sleeping and waiting migrating […]

The 30 day creative challenge

Basically this is a little ‘meme’ which I’ve created, mostly to inspire myself to do more writing and creative stuff because I can be lazy when it comes to that. Every day (for 30 days) , you have to either write a short piece of writing, a poem, or create some artwork, inspired by a […]

Writing on the Toilet Walls

I found this picture on the internet (isn’t mine) and it really made me think. In many ways, it can definitely be argued that toilet-wall scrawlings are the purest form of art since no one has any idea who created it. There is no signature or hallmark claiming it the work of a certain artist, it is just there, for people […]

Bloodchild

Ok, another one of my all time favourite books; Bloodchild by Tim Bowler A teenage boy (whose name escapes me, as I read it a few years ago XD) wakes up with sever head injuries – and no memory whatsoever. He has amnesia, and has to piece together a web of lies and mystery leading […]

Memories

This is the piece of writing I entered into the aforementioned competition. I shall call it… memories. Any comments on it are appreciated ^^ ~*~ Memories. Memories are powerful. They shape you. They can haunt you. They are you.  Memories can destroy lives and save them. Even though they are nothing more solid or real than a […]

Alone.

It’s the worst feeling in the world to be alone. There’s just this hollow, empty feeling inside. You feel so awful, and it hurts. You realise; no one cares. No one cares. There isn’t a soul to talk to, to laugh with or share with or cry with. You feel lonely, isolated. Inside, you disintegrate slowly. You just feel so empty […]

Scarlett

Just a WIP piece of writing. It’s a bit weird without context, so just bear with me. It’s supposed to be a sort of twisted fairytale. ——- Scarlett brushed a lock of chestnut hair away from her deep brown eyes. With a tired sigh of relief, she sunk down onto the soft grass beneath her and slumped […]