Writing Weekends

My Dear Mai, Father has become suspicious of our correspondence again so this will be my last letter for a while. He gives talks of my betrothal to this King Lucas of WiccaWood-for where on earth is that? I certainly haven’t heard of before, Father only names the four kingdoms I am to rule, strangely…

Why I Write

Ever since I was little, when mum used to read me stories to bed until I could read, I have always wanted to write. Even when I could read, I insisted mum could keep on reading me to sleep because I loved being transported to another world. When I actually learnt to read, through the…

Writing Weekends

She was a mystery wrapped up in the classic novels of the past, buried in books and loaded with coffee. Nobody knew her name, only her favourite book. She dreamed of castle on the clouds, righteous men, hovercars and talking animals. She questioned her purpose in this life, what she would achieve and how everyone…

Writing Weekends :)

“Clary, c’mon! Simon’s here for you!” “Mom! Don’t need to let the whole neighbourhood know!” Clary shouted down the stairs tying up her golden sunset hair. “Love you!” “Love you too!” Was her hair better up or down? Everything she did looked wrong. She grabbed her hoodie off the full body mirror, catching a glimpse…

Writing Weekends :)

“Did you love her?” “Who?” “The girl in the photograph, you look happy, free…what happened?” A distant flash of pain scored his face before returning to the wine. Corked. White. Chardonnay. She mentioned it was her favourite before meeting. He looked across to her darting chocolate eyes over his photos by the table. “Anyway, this…

Poem: The City Lights

The City lights Shine like stars Below the tower Above the sky They remind me I’m not alone No one is ever alone In this bleak world But someone is always there To help, to hug, to hold Its the nights I cry I look up to the sky And down to the city lights…