Along with my thoughts, memories, and prose, I thought I would keep a record of my dreams. I am a strong believer in dreams, and often my writing can be inspired by things I had dreamt or imagined when I slept. 478 more words
13 hours, 40 minutes ago
That once built up but did not escape,
Now flow freely as quick as a heartbeat.
When anger drew closer words would spill out,
Now it’s these droplets that take all of my time. 61 more words
14 hours, 56 minutes ago
Life on the Borderline...
I paint a smile on my face. I hide all the cracks. I hide the sadness. The pain. The misery.
I tell people I’m OK. I don’t allow people to see me cry. 356 more words
15 hours, 16 minutes ago
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe
Can molar-grinding, marrow-gnashing, bile-tasting frustration be used for good?
We’re about to find out.
I start writing my next novel today and I am literally (ha-ha) choking on the stuff. 82 more words
16 hours, 27 minutes ago
It begins to consume.
From one small thought, the ignition of fire.
The brain burns, flares up in panic,
Clouded in smoke, thoughts lose their path. 40 more words
16 hours, 58 minutes ago
Your hands were gripping my waist and I could barely feel the air in my lungs before I realised I had
feeling gasps escape your lips… 48 more words
17 hours, 11 minutes ago
The Bell Jar
She was terrified
But taking on that challenge
Made her a legend
Art: Natalie Floss
17 hours, 35 minutes ago