Love is the lie that keeps us alive,

At its hand we feast, beg, borrow, steal

To keep us forever full.

Deprived we starve to reclaim it so

Desperation turns to recklessness.

Animals without cause for reason

We take. Take. Take

What isn’t ours.

Before we realise we have done it again

The cycle is reborn...

Recognise the last year taking off its hat

all matters will work themselves out.

Smile, your beautiful world's reimagined .

Think not of the before but the now,

marvel at the new age.

This moment is the time to aim higher,

love deeper, see art the other way around and laugh.

Forge paths from the sky to the deep,

let pale magic unlock closed doors.

Make a hundred mistakes.

Simply live.

Laun...

Just like that, most people continued with their lives as if the clock had only temporarily stopped rather than having been frozen. I did not. I was stuck in a time loop and her parents began to move anti-clockwise. Her parents frantically searched through the past to try and uncover where she might be, whereas I kept going back to the police, as well as the internet, asking every possible questio...

The clock struck midnight and she realised she had to sprint to the coach before the spell broke otherwise he would uncover her stereotypically female background. She reached the 200 steps and shouted “who the hell thought 200 steps was a good idea? I’m in heels!” Thinking on her feet, she reached under her extremely puffy dress, slipped off shoes and picked them up before running down the steps b...

She was on the streets holding a sign that said “kicked out of home because came out as gay, need a safe place to sleep, please help.” He saw her and offered her a place to stay over the Christmas holidays, to which she said yes after making sure he was not going to harm her. Three years later, she is off the streets, they are best friends and they celebrate Christmas together every year. ...

Hi Diary, Jingle here.

The run up to Christmas is always hectic down at the workshop, everything changes and picks up speed.

First of all, the head elf becomes increasingly more lax about uniform standards but incredibly strict about every other rule. The other day Crackle stumbled in half asleep, with his hat missing and his striped knee-high socks at different lengths and he didn’t even get a w...

He is the key. The key to my freedom. I see him from across the bar drinking a dry martini, there’s no one with him and to be honest, he looks utterly drained. His suit is black with gold lace details, his hair slicked back to make him look like a gangster, he is definitely covered in money. I flick my golden hair back and strut towards him, deliberately exaggerating all of my feminine wiles which...