3 AM: wake up for the fourth time, Shadows from my blinds Cover bare skin, The glow of street lights Making their way in To illuminate...

I am a bird. Take note, I’ve taken flight. Soaring, swooping, sweeping, dashing, Sometimes falling, often crashing, Only to get back up...

I don't want to waste time On who I think I could be, So I sought out Jupiter, Something bigger than me. I don't want to stay here, If it...

A flower can bloom once, Or time and again; Can blossom for a night, And be loved all the same.   But even beauty seen by just one, Is...

It was 2:13am - I checked my phone and winced at the glare - and this was surely the last house party on planet Earth. Smoke hung heavy...

I would like to remind you all that Britain is ancient; she has lived many lives, each one a thick-rooted history that tangles its way...

The world is coming to an end. That's what mama says. It hardly feels real. But then, Uncle Bishop says it's all too big for us to grasp....

I sought out a reunion with the woods, where I felt my secrets were best kept.

Please note: the following snapshots contain spoilers for PIER Episode Seven. Be sure to catch up before reading any further.

The last day of Kristi Hallett’s life started as uneventfully as it could. At least, it felt uneventful for her as she blinked sore eyes...

Damon liked order, and not because it meant he was in control. No, Damon liked order because it meant there was something – some chaotic...

Of all the places he’d been - all the campsites that looked the same, all the towns that felt no different to one another - Ronan felt...

In the early days, though she would never have said it aloud, Claire had been content with their situation. That is to say, she didn’t...

Eating lunch in one another’s company was such a small gesture, and yet for Ronan and Havannah it had become a compulsory ritual to look...

The faded pink walls of Claire’s bedroom had become as familiar to Envy as those of her own. With a keen eye, she could trace every faint...

Despite the growing panic along the shoreline, the flames continued to roll lazily across what was left of the pier; it would take its...

It only took a global pandemic to make me realise I’m shit at painting. Like, really shit. For a while, I simply waved away the niggling...

After discussing with every poor sod who bravely asked how I was that day, I came to a realisation.

I guess we should count ourselves lucky; the ongoing nightmare that is COVID-19 couldn’t have happened at a better time in human history....

Does a life truly blossom if there’s nobody around to like and comment on it?