#Ukraine

The world is a grim place and it seems to be getting darker with each passing day. Yesterday, I drafted this article but I was unable to really post it because I felt I was at a loss for words. I couldn’t type what I was feeling because my own emotions seemed so minuscule compared…

One day you’ll be okay

Perhaps today your soul aches and your heart feels shattered. Perhaps your whole life seems to be falling apart not into place, and things are difficult now, unbearable even.
No one can comfort you and no one can give you what you need because you don’t know what you need. Your body feels tired, left with the bare minimum to just survive and you sit in bed at night wondering when this is all going to be over?

Our last hope (MB #22)

The clock ticked by in slow motions ready to hit 6 o’clock and I stretched my arms over my head to ease the numbness of my body. The intensive care unit was empty with the exception of two of John’s deputies and a nurse. I shifted against the uncomfortable chair that had hosted me for…

Let me say goodbye to her… (MB #21)

It’s late at night when a loud noise startles me and wakes me up from my sleep. A powerful bang on my door jolts me from my nightmares and makes me run to the window in nothing but a pair of boxers, searching for anyone that might be in on my front porch. Grams… Hurrying…

Are you going to kill him? (MB #20)

I arched my back slightly, hoping to ease some of the tension from my muscles as a result of sitting in the same position for hours and hours every single day. Tied to a chair in a dark room where I could never tell if it was day or night, I sat in silence sometimes…

If she’s still alive… (MB #19)

Bursting into the station like a mad soul, I entered the sheriff’s office without so much as a knock. Skipping the pleasantries, I went right to the point, ‘What have you found?’. Agent Thompson and John were looking at a computer screen where the image of a woman being interrogated appeared. ‘Who is that?’ I…

He begged in the end… (MB #16)

For the next few days, I engaged in a routine some would deem boring and almost unbearable. I woke up everyday ready for a new day, took care of feeding Loki and played with him as often as I could in the patio. Hunter had brought Thor back from the farm as well, so I…

Spilling the tea to grams…(MB #8)

I was sat down in grams’ garden on an old-wooden chair warmed by the sun, tea cup in hand despite not being a tea person, waiting for her to bring some snacks for us to enjoy whilst chatting. She’d seen right through me as soon as I’d walked in. Puffy, red eyes that couldn’t hide…

You’re a good person (MB #7)

I woke up with a knot in my stomach, a sensation that something was wrong. Perhaps all the wine I had drank the other night was taking its toll on me. It only took me a few seconds to remember why I had started drinking in the first place and my stomach churned in disgust…