writing

  • In Memoriam

    In Memoriam

    Its been 365 days.8 stews, 4 soups, and 6 lots of egg mayo sandwiches – all of which you never got to share with us. I can’t even count the banana breads you’ve missed out on.Some days I can laugh about old stories, and some I still mourn that I’ll never hear one for the…

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  • Words, Words, Words…

    Words, Words, Words…

    It’s no secret that I’m a lover of words and etymology. Words have the power to convey things that actions can’t, as long as you know how to use them.  The thing I’m obsessed with at the minute is idioms – Merriam Webster defines an ‘idiom’ as ‘an expression in the usage of a language…

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  • Short Story: ANNA

    ANNA She awoke, dreary, on the towpath of a wooded area, her hands and shirt stained with blood. Anna wearily made her way to an upright position, careful not to topple over. She was weak – and she had no recollection of how or why she was here. The young woman donned her weekday work…

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  • On this day: Antwerp

    2 Years ago today, after countless hours of writing and research, I finally got to visit Antwerp in the flesh. As a teenager, I was internet friends with someone who lived just outside of Antwerp; they’d send me pictures, I’d have a Google, and I thought it was just so stunning. Cue me, at 15,…

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  • The Black Canvas As I push aside the heavy, oak door, I hear the creaking of the hinges attempting to support its weight.  The mid afternoon sun cascades into the room like a floodgate opening, and particles of dust are kicked up by the slow draft of wind that joins it. The scent of decay…

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  • Prologue

    As a bit of a backstory, I grew up writing short stories, spending a lot of my teenage years on Wattpad and AO3 (I know, I know), so always dreamt of being able to write something that people would deem worthy of reading. When I got to University, in a city I wasn’t familiar with,…

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