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POTM: January 2018

I haven't posted one of these for a while, mainly because I hadn't been taking many photographs and I wasn't really putting effort into being imaginative or playing with compositions. But I wanted to start afresh this year and so... Continue Reading →

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Sleep

She opened her eyes her lashes holding onto the tears that feared to fall She closed her eyes only to fall deeper into the darkness and the constellations only to feel that unbelonging and negligence like the rope tied around... Continue Reading →

Book Review: This Savage Song by V. E. Schwab

Hey readers, I'm finally back from the dead and hopefully, if life isn't too cruel, I'll be posting a little more regularly. But here I am with a super-hyped book that I finally got around to reading! This Savage Song (Monsters of... Continue Reading →

Circles of Distrust

The fish swims around in its bowl a helpless continuation of loss I watch as it helplessly tries to find the end of its journey circles and circles of distrust the limit of its interaction lies only in its own... Continue Reading →

What does Art mean to me and why I believe that anyone can be an Artist?

I've been thinking long and hard about this question. As someone who has been drawing (or scribbling) since the time I could pick up a pencil, this is something that is extremely important to me and I'd really like to... Continue Reading →

Unattended Anger

Anger burns like a fire inside The smoke is making things unclear It's hazy Your conciousness is slowly leaving And when you awake, your surroundings are burnt to crisp Gone... You left the fire unattended You couldn't control it Now... Continue Reading →

Young Writers Club #5

Artwork not by me! - Pinterest Wow! It's been so long since I posted one of these...We had a break over the summer but then the session was delayed a week - so it's been EXTRA looooonnnnnggggg! It was so... Continue Reading →

wHY iS iT?

Image by me Why is it? When I open my mouth All my thoughts tangle And what I want to say never leaves my lips?   Why is it? When I get angry I say things I don't mean I... Continue Reading →

Why Do I Love To Write? What’s My Purpose?

I have always wanted to write a novel. Always. I think ever since I started liking dark fiction my mind was slowly opening to this new found world of possibilities. It made me think in ways I'd never thought of... Continue Reading →

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