An open letter to my family and friends

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

Chop chop!

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!

To chop or not to 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

A river and a rock

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

Whining, published

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

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.

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.

Writing Prompt: Death has been eradicated. War, however, has not.

"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.

Non-Zero November ’16 – Day 4 – Clair de Lune

I've written this short story while listening to Clair de Lune from the Suite bergamasque, and I feel like it should be read while listening to the song. I hope you enjoy it. (P.S. The header image is from wallpapercave.com.) He walked slowly through the snow, making sure not to mar the other footprints with his own, occasionally jumping … Continue reading Non-Zero November ’16 – Day 4 – Clair de Lune

Futon Thoughts: I went to the hospital today

At 10:50am today I had an appointment at the gynecology ward to discuss the possible return of my Endometriosis. I walked into the waiting room thirty minutes early (as usual - I'm always early for healthcare appointments, just in case) and I actually got called in early. I was lead to a room where I would … Continue reading Futon Thoughts: I went to the hospital today

Futon thoughts

Rain on window pane

It's raining outside. I'm writing to you from the futon in my spare room, whilst leaning against some thoughtfully arranged cushions and pillows, with a blanket in arms reach and a hot chocolate on the way. I will add that I was literally carried in here by my boyfriend and unceremoniously dumped onto the pile … Continue reading Futon thoughts