New Day
Each day is an unknown. It doesn’t feel like an unknown. You can have plans, have thoughts, have things to do. But each day is an unknown. Treat it as such. See the beauty in it.
Each day is an unknown. It doesn’t feel like an unknown. You can have plans, have thoughts, have things to do. But each day is an unknown. Treat it as such. See the beauty in it.
Nelly sipped on her wine, curled upon the sofa as her speakers gently played out tunes across the room. It was quiet, and it was perfect. It was just how she liked to spend an evening after dinner, just experiencing the flow of time over her mind as thoughts came and went. The scented candle … More Music and Wine (From the Archives)
A sickening twisted, warped view of the world. That you are right. That the world is wrong. That even worse, the world owes you something. And when you don’t get it? Well, you do what you’ve always done. What you always will do because you refuse to change. You hurt those closest to you. First … More Delusion (From the Archives)
Sun bursts through the curtains. You wake up, eyes still full of sleep and head still full of dreams. You slowly recognise it is morning as you roll over in the covers to turn off your alarm. Another morning. Another day full of possibility. You look up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of your … More New Day (Stories on a Theme – “Hope”)
Loudness deafens even the most difficult of emotions. You drown it. You hold it down underneath the waves of noise and you hold it whilst it struggles for air. Whilst it fights to be heard. You turn the music up louder. You hold it down harder. Then the emotion dies, it gives up. You turn … More Volume (From the Archives)
Loudness deafens even the most difficult of emotions. You drown it. You hold it down underneath the waves of noise and you hold it whilst it struggles for air. Whilst it fights to be heard. You turn the music up louder. You hold it down harder. Then the emotion dies, it gives up. You turn … More Volume – (From the Archives)
You can’t look directly at it, it is too bright. Too solid. It is the pure essence of fact, devoid of emotion and gentle consideration. It does not care for feelings, for fear, for disgust. It just is. Lies are sweeter. They are easier because you can shroud yourself in shadow. Ignore the truth, hide … More Truth – (From the Archives)
Enough – What does it mean to just be? (Genre – General, Genre – Introspective, Rating: PG) To be is enough. To breathe is enough. To smile is enough. Enough sometimes feels like it is a level to achieve. Enough sometimes feels like a pause before the storm. Or before the success. Enough is to go … More Enough – (From the Archives)
How do you grow, not physically, but mentally? You have to make mistakes. Sometimes mistakes happen to you. Things that aren’t fair. Things that are wrong. But they happen all the same. You know this – it’s a fact of life. A fact of the universe. Things happen. Some aren’t so good. But it’s how … More Flash Fiction – Growth (100 Words)
Sometimes it’s not even the memory that catches you, but the lack of one. The moment you sit, in a moment, and breathe it in. And you realise how different now is to then, and what now means to you. It’s a mirror, that moment that you see sometimes. A mirror that looks at your … More Flash Fiction – Sometimes (A Teacup Story)