I over did it today, my back is absolutely killing me! It’s not uncommon for me to get back pains at the old age of thirty four, but this is so sore it’s ridiculous. I just want to have a lay down and so I do.

Next thing I know it’s morning and I find myself nestled in what feels like a really soft and comfortable duvet. I knew my duvet was comfortable, but not like this I feel so protected, so c...

Cargo shorts, so many pockets, but none of them filled, only a phone in one and a wallet in the other.

Inside the wallet, a single image of a man in black and white. Who it is I couldn’t tell you, but it must be important to hold such an important place.

A couple of notes, a few loose coins.

Nothing noteworthy other than the image.

Why wear such practical shorts if you’re not going to utili...

In person she called him brave, said he was her hero, but as soon as he left the room she told her friends he was a coward, spineless, a wimp. “A real man should be stronger, he’s so weak, I need a real man!”

He stood by the door and nodded, so that’s what she really thought of him. He entered.

“Look at you, calling me spineless behind my back.”

She had no answer, just bowed her head in shame. ...

We start of small like a seed that grows into a large tree.

Then we stretch and we contort and our body grows, nature knows our true height, but we must weight for a sight.

But bodies aren’t the only things that grow, our experiences define how we show our true colours, we become more refined as human beings with the knowledge we possess and our understood feelings.

We’re united in our journeys...

She danced in her dress, her bridal gown designer and new, her borrowed tiara and necklace blue. Her old ways igniting the mood of the room, but she had a secret, up in her room was the body of an ex lover, battered and bruised.

He was a terrible man, tried to ruin her day, acting the fool.

The gown was white. And the blood? Purple. How could this be? It’s because she dyed it with blackcurrant...

They chose to shun her, they chose their fate, she offered her kindness and they shoved the door in her face. Well if she couldn’t be kind, if she couldn’t offer her services then what was the point of protecting the kingdom anymore?

For centuries she had worked tirelessly to keep the kingdom protected from any and all threats, but now she was the threat to them.

She had helped in secret, but n...

He twiddled his thumbs as the officer sat opposite him tapping her pen against her notepad.

“Why did you kill her!?”

“Because she was hunting what you needed.”

“So you believe you were doing us a favour?”

The man shrugged.

“Forgive me for thinking there must be something more to murdering someone than trying to be a good Samaritan.”

“I didn’t murder her!” The man protested, his lawyer gave ...

There’s such a stigma of being on your own, of not having a partner or aspiring for children and marriage.

There’s such a stigma of being a singularity, when the world defines itself by multiples. Were a social species, we ‘must’ all interact, but the introverts of the world deserve our love and respect too.

There’s a feeling of euphoria that comes with embracing your own company, we don’t need ...

I slam my door to block them out, it’s far too much energy to put into people who don’t really care about me. Not really. They want me to be just like them, but that’s not me. I thrive in peace and tranquility.

Nothing I say gets through to them it’s always in one ear and out the other. They call me quiet. “Am I quiet? Or do you just never try to listen?” I want to say to them, but I never do be...

Flowers wilt, they die and then they’re reborn. Of death our minds naturally scorn, but from death comes forth life, from our ash comes the plants that are pollinated by the bees and so goes the circle of life.

The dead brings forth light and the compost births new. The dead may be uncomfortable, but it doesn’t complete, instead it transforms us into something new and it reminds us that rotting ...