Relocate Or Farewell?

It was that time yet again. Goodbye house. Goodbye street. Goodbye school. Goodbye neighbours. Goodbye friends, let's try and stay in touch (who am I kidding.) Goodbye crazy pigeon guy who screams at the kids cycling by, actually scratch that last one. But, one thing for sure, goodbye love interest. It's that time again where [...]


If I Were Lonely

Weekly Writing Challenge: Build Your Own Loneliness is an interesting feeling. It can come and go, but does it truly ever leave you. It clings, wraps it's cold arms around you and never lets go but perhaps it is wanted. Perhaps we want to feel lonely, isolated, blocked off from the world in which we [...]

The Polaroids

Weekly Writing Challenge: ObjectKate sits on her bed. The room is small with a crack in the curtain letting a beautiful golden stream of light through. The duvet on the bed is in a mess align with clothes crumpled up on the floor, various bottles of alcohol all of which are empty and different photos [...]

Pool Of Water

Weekly Writing Challenge: Floating. Peaceful. Silence. Click. These are the events. I'm floating here with the beach behind me and a small tropical island in front of me just staring at it as if it'll do something and save me somehow but it won't Dads home away from home and its meant to be a [...]

The New Year From A Balcony

Weekly Writing Challenge: Leave Your Shoes at the Door   Tick, tick, tick. I'm at this party, drink in hand, lean against the wall minding my own business. I don't know you and I don't wanna know you. I stand silently watching everyone as they stand idly chatting to one another waiting for that big [...]

She’s Still Telling Him What To Do (A Short Lunch: Day 5)

Weekly Writing Challenge: Lunch Posts I'm here again. It feels like a loop. Back where I began my week. 'The Best Sandwich's Around' reads above the cafe. It's quiet. I sit down in my usual spot and take the usual gaze around. Usual. Sip the coffee and I spot that couple. She's still telling him what to [...]

On My Desk By Monday (A Short Lunch: Day 4)

Weekly Writing Challenge: Lunch Posts   It feels like a Monday. We all gather as a collective in the queue. Busier than usual as people push and shove as if like school children. I hear in the distance some arguing "Why did you get me this? You know I hate it." I turn to see [...]