Bet on yourself! Not on others

From a young age we start defining ourselves by what other people think and say about us. We change our sense of fashion, the music we listen to and the friends we hang out with to accommodate an image created by others to suit others. We take into consideration what the popular kids say about…

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…

Grandma’s garden (MB #5)

Taken aback by her sudden sense of awe at what I’d always perceived to be a simple farm in the outskirts of town, I invited Mia inside my grandparents’ home to meet my grandmother. Grams was a spirited 76 year-old woman who till this day ran this farm as if her life depended on it….

That place in the mountains (MB #4)

So, here I was! In front of I what I could only describe as one of those big, red farms you see in movies with horses in the distance and cattle grazing on green pastures. The place was huge and looked as if it had been passed down through generations. The red paint had slowly…

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…

The first morning…(MB #1)

The sun came through my window pane early in the morning, bright and hopeful telling me it was time to get up. I was reluctant to do so, regardless of how sunny it was. I was used to being woken up by my alarm with an echoing sound that felt like someone was scratching my…

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…