At this very moment, I feel like I’ve reached the peak of the mountain. … More The Peak and the Descent.
The sun begins to set, casting an amber glow into the house. It was a welcoming sight and cast a nostalgic atmosphere that alight a flame of remembrance in even the dullest objects in the house. It looked ‘lived-in’, whatever that meant, and surely every house was ‘lived-in’ as each step into the house revealed … More Departure.
Beauty to behold; royalty. … More She walks in beauty.
When you spend the entire day waiting on one person, focusing your time and energy on a life that isn’t yours…that is when you realise that you’re forgetting to live your own. It only took one person to do that to me today, to make me realise that there are other people in my life … More Untitled.
Don’t neglect me – support me. … More Don’t.
Just please…Don’t make me feel alone. … More Inhuman.
Taken from a piece I had to write for class – Mr Rochester’s point of view (Jane Eyre). … More A Fateful Meeting.
Inspired by a performance I watched and drew heavily from. (Note: I did not want to do any disservice to the performer, it was an imagined scenario and thought-process that was inspired by the performance which was in itself great.) … More Jessica.
Heavily inspired by Penny Dreadful – drawing from the characters and also the story. … More Abomination.
“Writer’s block” makes me miserable and alone. … More The Beauty of Writing.