In this great bustling city, there is a haven just South East of the river. A melting pot of culture, of arts, and of enterprise. A place for everyone, young and old. As I sit here by glistening waters, I see many flags, I hear many languages, I smell chow mein and crepes, I feel … Continue reading Greenwich
Author Note: This will be a chapter by chapter story, and I will upload chapter by chapter, hopefully at least once per month. Prologue Have you ever seen the mysterious shadow creatures that bustle about in the night? You probably have. They only appear when you’re on the verge of slumber, but you’ll often notice … Continue reading The Shadow Creatures in the Night
An illuminated streak, a warm surprise,she turns around and watches as he peels open sleepy eyes. "Good morning, my king", she whispers, brushing her lips against his jaw, and he simply gazes at her, lips parted in awe. "My beautiful queen", he mutters and brushes platinum strands from her face. She smiles softly, in love; … Continue reading Good Morning
Place your finger randomly on the page in front of you. Your finger will have landed on a word or words. Write the word down, as well as the 3 words preceding it. You now have a 7-word phrase. Write this down & once you have written it, keep writing for 5 mins. You must … Continue reading Writing Game
How is it fair that you got to touch me before I could ever feel like I could touch myself?
fantastical and magical and all-around wonderful and marvellous, fantabulous, and tremendous (I really can’t articulate my love for you, my dear)
He is my poet, and I want to be his poetry.
take three deep breaths for every one small step you make in this cluster fuck we call life. everything will be alright.
“Stop everything! It’s snowing”, squeaked the birch to the vast, naked oak as icy flakes fluttered slowly – down, down, down, to the lightly dusted ground. Snow had been long overdue. Tiny tips of green had already begun to sprout from the very ends of the birch’s branches as winter drew to a pass. The oak gently shuddered and … Continue reading Dear Birch
uneasinesswraps around every musclepulls and squeezes at each tendonembraces each boneand breaks through flesh,too tattered to be porcelain