The scream, had it come, would have been uncharacteristically fierce, loud and painfully raw. But she’d stopped herself just in time, fearfully biting her lip heavily, in a desperate bid to stay undetected. Her frantic haste to escape, had caused her to fall awkwardly and pierce her leg, just above her boot, on a broken tree stump. She‘d stumbled, disorientated, into a large oak tree and clung to...

She looked out silently from her barred window and watched the boats bobbing happily on the river. The afternoon was sunny, no hint of the darkness overlying the land. Just a normal spring day for most. She tried to remember what it felt like to be free, to say and do exactly as she wanted.

In the distance, a pretty red haired girl was trying to roll a wooden hoop with a stick, skipping and laug...

’Frenemy’ - someone who combines the characteristics of a friend and enemy.

No decision of this magnitude was ever going to be easy, I’d had no illusions about that. But finally the day had come when I knew my path would be infinitely longer and brighter if I took a different turn to yours. I’d been cornered and trapped by your seductive, narcissistic pull for way too long, there was no other cho...

Greetings my friend, I’m about to tell you a tale that will chill your soul to its core, unsettle the depths of your mind and deeply impale the emotions of your heart. So, beware and take heed, curl up by the fire with a blanket, make yourself cosy and I’ll begin.

My story begins on a cold, bleak January day. The sort of day where Christmas is long forgotten and Spring waits, indefinitely cowerin...

I am Brigit, and this is my story…

I remember a time when the world was at peace. The steady rhythm of our chaotic existence, drummed a healthy beat, a harmonic accompaniment to mother nature. I remember summer blue skies and seas, sandy beaches twinkling in the sun. Exotic birds majestically graced with every possible colour, gloriously unique and magnificent. Life was uncomplicated and uncompl...

The lady on the bed was still

Her breathing very faint

Her long white hair, an anxious shroud

A tear rolled down her face

Her days were nearly over

And hope had cruelly gone

She wished someone would visit

Not leave her all alone

Then through the open window

She felt a gentle breeze

It swirled and curled around her

And caressed her faded cheeks

It stayed a while, just comforting

As her heart be...

The Yew tree is old, gnarled but distinguished with age. Proud and handsome it cherishes the memories of the last two centuries in it’s branches and leaves. The years have passed with the steady tick of it’s ancient clock, beating steadily within it’s trunk, though fainter now than before.The tales it could tell, if only it could talk…

The Yew tree, strong and sturdy, green and lush, gave welcome...

The warmth of a lifetime lived with love

Cocoons my failing mind

The memories drift like flakes of snow

Precious but left behind

My body, withered, frail and worn

Has swayed it’s final dance

Now foetal limbs, curl once again

As I float in to the expanse

Emptiness becomes a reality

As infinity unravels it’s core

I am everything, but also nothing

I am rich, but also poor

My naked heart no lon...

The storm in her mind swirls a blustery trail

Smashing her thoughts to shades of red

Fragments of colour like autumnal leaves

Light the fires inside her head

A crimson river meanders out

Across the floor beneath her feet

It frames the bloodied corpse, so still

As she sweetly starts to weep

At first a drop and then the tears

Rain softly, from her core

They soak the dagger in her hand

And cleanse...

‘And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul’ quote by John Muir

She came again tonight in my dreams.

Like She does every year on the 15th August.

And every year She tries to get me to go into the forest.

She tells me the forest is beautiful, with waterfalls and streams twisting through it’s winding paths, sunlight sparkling through leaves, pretty birds singing and darting fro...