I'm 25 from Berkshire, UK. Currently attempting to avoid distraction and write a novel (mostly failing at avoiding distraction). Please check out the bf's stuff as well @iamjordanlee :)
A long day has come to pass, Inky fingers entwine, push against one another, cracking quietly as the artist stretches, he rubs at his eyes, transferring a wash of colour onto his hot red cheeks,...
I haven't used this app or written anything for ages, just feel like there's a block where my creativity should be and I don't know how to shift it :(.
Written for Xander Marketing Previously, you may have considered penguins to be nothing more then our feathered friends from the Antarctic; peaceful and unassuming, they had no impact upon your...
This is a blog post more than anything.
There is a time we never see. Faced only when our eyes are closed. Caught between the morning light. And the shadows of the night. A time that lives only in dreams. Of fairytales and far off things.
"Maybe I'll have a look at that tomorrow" I hear this phrase a lot, and it seems very common for people to have burning dreams or ambitions that they never actually act on.
She twinkles in the light. Drifts her glowing eyes across their faces. Silent now, quietness. She wonders 'will they notice?'. A question lost in her inaudible sigh. She stirs.
Whilst channel flicking yesterday evening I stumbled upon one of my favourite movies '500 days of Summer', and, despite owning this film already, I decided to settle down and watch it.
Under the stairs was where I found it, tucked away beneath a break in the splintered floorboards, and so clogged with dust I’d swear it could choke; only rationality reminded me otherwise.
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your...
So many days have come to pass Since on your lips she kissed her last So many times that you have dwelled Sweet agony your heart expelled Without her close you feel the cost The heavy burden;...
Flicker Eyes open Twitch We turn, we gaze at the imperfect cracked white paint, Now a dull haze in the dark We sit. We stretch.
The howl sounded shrilly in the distance, jolting Vega from sleep instantly.
One question that I've been musing over recently is whether or not you can maintain your own sense of personal identity in the modern day and age.