You know how they say ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger?’ Well, I think that’s a pretty good way to sum up 2018. It hasn’t been all that great. Lots of really sad and really horrible things have happened. Honestly, I was going to list a few but it just makes me want to … More Andrà Tutto Bene
This week was massive! I entered two writing competitions, one of which involved writing under 500 words every day for five days with just a one word prompt for inspiration. Sarah tried her best to assist but in the end I went with all of my own ideas because she can already take credit for … More Flash Fiction
We're going in on mindfulness, bitches. Now, if you're anything like my boss Karl, perhaps you haven't heard of mindfulness. "What are you smoking? I'm not sure mindfulness is even a word. " – Karl Or perhaps you're like me, and you know exactly what it is and still struggle daily to not be completely … More The Power of Now
Syd woke with the sun again. The light filtered through the venetian blinds and hit the honey brown of her eyes. She blinked slowly, her dream of the night gently fading from memory. The sheets were pushed down by her feet. The evening had been warm, but the morning cool left her tummy cold to … More Yesterday – A Short Story
In this edition of millennial bs I’m going to tackle some confidence killing taboos. As I know a lot of you are just like me, hence you being my friends, I hope this will make you feel a little bit better about being a sweet hot mess. Be you sensitive, needy, emotional, shy, an over-sharer, … More Self-Love Part Three
My darlings. I'm starting this post having just rewatched the first ever episode of a show I feel I've grown up with, Catfish. For anyone unfamiliar with concept, Catfish features two amazing men, Nev and Max, who help people who have started relationships online with people they have never met. Spoiler alert, more often than … More Who Are You?
The apartment was more of a room, really. The sleeping area was only guarded beyond a large bookshelf and a neatly hung tapestry. Christopher had painted it himself. Never wanting Eden to feel like he was intruding her space, night three he had brought home a king size bed sheet he’d found in the second … More A Safe Place – A Short Story