Everyone knows her name but not her story - her forever unwritten story. She’s just Nancy. Nancy the swing girl and nothing more. Nancy the lost girl and nothing more. Nancy the dead girl and nothing more. She’s just Nancy.

I was staring in anticipation at the toaster whilst my Mum frantically ordered people around exclaiming that we were going to be late even though we never were and Nancy stood...

It was all starting to unravel. The inevitable war of secrets had begun. To say we were all mortified would be a drastic understatement- no one said a word as silence consumed every last one of us. All of a sudden the room seemed a little bit darker, a little bit duller, a little bit scarier. I could trust no one. I was a liar. They were liars. We were all liars....

Muse is an interesting word. It suggests one has to have a meaning for art, an inspiration for a masterpiece but what if you don’t. What if my muse just sits silently in the shadows. Watching.

With beady yellow eyes she watches. Watches me....

When the storm comes, my compass always points arratically in all directions looking for the correct answer. The compass had been passed down many generations as my mother had given it to me like her mother had her. She’d given it to me as she faded into the afterlife. Cancer would always be my biggest enemy. It took away my most precious possession was, my mother. My pride and joy was gone. Forev...

The sun shone bright which usually means that today will be a good day but the sun is deceptive: a clever manipulator. Just like it was that day. The day.

The day it happened.

I lay here writing this for your own good: your education. Clara, you deserve to know. You deserve to know the truth, the full truth. I’m telling you this before it’s too late and I have to go. I am so sorry Clara. It wasn’t...