I've been struggling with writer's block for about two weeks now. I know I normally upload on a Monday, but to make sure I post something, I'll share with you some pictures from last month when I went to Kirkstall Abbey. The Abbey is an old monastery in the Kirkstall area of Leeds and you can read … Continue reading A Monastery in May – Kirkstall Abbey
The world was spinning, heat was radiating across her chest and the pit of dread in her stomach was growing each second. She placed one hand on the dresser to steady herself as she stumbled, and held her head with the other, willing the throbbing pain to stop, stop, stop. Tears fell from her freshly … Continue reading The “A” word
Hi, We haven't spoken in a while. If we had, I could just ask you how your week has been, but it's been so many weeks that that question is void. But how are you doing? What's your job now? Do you have a partner? What's their name? You don't,? Are you looking or are … Continue reading An open letter to my family and friends
The back of my neck is really cold. It's not because I'm in a cold place, and I'm not on a ghost hunt being creeped out. Nope. I got my hair cut! Last Thursday I decided to bite the bullet and book an appointment. I've got Taryn Way and The Bloggers Hub to thank for the final … Continue reading Chop chop!
I'm having a dilemma. I don't know whether to get my hair cut. There are more important things going on in the world, and my life, even, but this is still quite a big decision for me. In the summer of 2016 I cut off my lower-than-shoulder length hair to a pixie cut, and then … Continue reading To chop or not to chop
I sit at my desk, sipping my tea, savouring the warmth on my hands and my tongue. Tasting the hint of honey in the cardboard-coloured liquid, I feel proud that I have cut out the two sugars I used to have in each cup – the once welcome taste is now repulsive to me. I … Continue reading Happy Body
You're wading through a river, against the flow. Left, right, left, right. One step in front of the other, slowly gaining ground, but feeling the pressure against you each for each foot of progress. You can see the path ahead through the clear, frigid water, and the pitfalls ahead are a mixture of obvious and … Continue reading A river and a rock
She'd booked the time off months ago - attempting to take advantage of the bank holidays - and, rather naively, she'd not expected anything to go wrong and therefore didn't take the possibility of change into account, despite her pessimistic nature. It was the Friday of her week off and she had done nothing of … Continue reading Whining, published
Dear Diary, 'Ol' Blue'. That's what Mops and Pops called it in our bedtime stories. The Elders called it 'Earth from Long Ago' in their sermons. Kids would run around in spacewalk dress-up yelling "I'm an Earthish, I come in peace!" while pretending to scan their playmates. I had a different name for it, a … Continue reading Writing Prompt: The Earth is destroyed. Humanity has been reduced to a race of vagabonds, drifting from planet to planet in ‘caravans’ of ships, tolerated, but never welcome. You don’t mind much though; you always liked travelling.
"No! Mum! Why?!" I wake up, thrashing, ripping the covers that have entwined themselves around my neck. It was just a dream, this time. I can still feel the phantom touch of her failing grip on mine; the passing of time has worn away her face from my memory but never those last few seconds of … Continue reading Writing Prompt: Death has been eradicated. War, however, has not.