The morning after…(MB #10)

I wake with a jolt in a bed I am still struggling to recognise as mine. Dizzy, with small trickles of sweat on my back and forehead I shake away the feeling of a nightmare I can no longer remember but whose effects still linger. Alone in bed, I struggle to recollect last night’s events…

In his arms…(MB #9)

That night I went to bed with butterflies in my stomach, happy to be alive. I dreamt of the man that had made all of that possible and snuggled closer into him in bed. Hunter had swooped into my life and taken over every meaningful moment I lived. He touched my soul and quietened my…

Under the stars (MB #9)

‘Do you ever miss the city?’ I wondered, whilst admiring the quiet night’s sky filled with stars from the front porch of Nora’s house. ‘No, I have everything I need here’. I nodded without looking at him and thought about that, somehow understanding what he meant. A part of me felt the same way but…

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…

The stranger (MB #2)

After breakfast I decided to go on a hike. Was it the best idea? The best thing I could spend my time on? Probably not. But still, I went anyway. I needed to shake off yesterday’s negative vibes that had ruined my plans for the day and forget about my persistent worry over who might…

Why I write…

Note*** As the first post of 2019, I decided to share with everyone that my writer’s block has lost its grasp on me and I have finally overcome it. With that being said, in honour of my regained power as a writer, I found a writing prompt that might help people understand why I wanted…