I’ve always been a sleepwalker.

Over the years, I’ve tried to counter it, I’ve locked doors, hidden keys from myself, done everything I can to make sure that I get a good nights sleep. It goes in fits and starts, sometimes I can go for weeks and months at a time without sleepwalking, and others it happens night after night, leaving me exhausted and draining the next day when I wake up in strange ...

You would think, by now, that I would know whats coming and how to deal with it when it happens. But it doesn’t matter how many reminders I set myself, how many alerts that go off counting down the week before I know it’ll happen, somehow I still don’t expect it.

It happens, to everyone on a different day and yet always at the same time. Exactly six months after your birthday, slap bang in the mi...

Mirrors aren’t to be looked in.

We are taught that from when we are born, that mirrors aren’t to be looked at. We rely on others to tell each other what we look like, how to wear our hair, how to do our make-up, all of those little things that we’ll stay and study to see if there is a subtle imperfection or if it’s a figment of our imagination. Those are the lessons that we learn, don’t look in t...

You are home.

Home is the warm sand beneath your feet, as it pushes through your toes, the sloshing of the sea as it runs up to you, swirling about your feet and causing a shiver to go up your spine. Home is the warm summer sun, or the winter storms, home is by the sea, where you know your home is.

You stand, as you do every morning. Warm mug of coffee in hand, smelling the rich aroma of the fre...

Everyone thinks they know their soulmate, until they don’t.

I was no exception. I fell in love, got married to the man that I thought was my soulmate and my everything. There were no secrets between us, not when we had readily shared every waking moment together, our laughter filling our home as we’d have fun and live our life. I would have trusted him with everything, my past and present and fut...

Ear worms, I’ve heard them be called. The songs that coil their way through a person’s brain and intrinsically link themselves with memories, some that will remain out of reach, trying to grasp at them as the tune plays somewhere far off and others that are core memories. Memories that evoke a sense of place and time and smell, transporting you back to a specific point in time and space, to a time...

I wasn’t born evil.

I wasn’t even born bad or wrong or any of those other things that you associate with the villain of the story.

My parents weren’t bad people, quite the opposite in fact. They brought me up well and taught me the difference between right and wrong, and the importance of being good. But they would also remind me, now and then, that there was always a choice, and sometimes, some...

You feel it first, as the thunder claps about you. You can't put your finger on the sensation, beyond the build up of panic that wells in your bones. Your breath quickens, your fingers tighten about the bedding as you threaten to coil it over your head. You don't know why and yet ... deep in your beating, quivering heart you know.

And then you hear it, between the claps of Thunder

Tap, Tap, Ta...

My love,

I love you.

Isn’t this how I’m expected to start, with some dramatic declaration of love? But to say those words, those three words seems to simple. They seem wrong, they seem … almost easy. But love isn’t supposed to be easy, it’s not supposed to be simple. It’s supposed to be warm and comforting, troublesome and traumatic, filled with the potholes of life that come along and take one ...

This place smelt wrong. It smelt of poison and gasses and things that he didn’t know, didn’t understand, feeling his lungs half choking him. Used to the smell of the salty sea air, the unpolluted stench of the beach and the clear scents of the forest, this was overwhelming and felt dirty. This wasn’t a place that he wanted to be in, nor a place that he understood quite how he had found himself in....