And just like that, the end of August arrives. Despite having been out of the September/September school year for quite a few years now, there is still a sense of renewal at the end of August. September still holds that refreshing newsness even if it no longer holds the excited nerves of starting a new … More A New Leaf (August Blog)
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)
Geoff played the music not for practice, but to just let himself go. It was not something that non-musicians would understand. Whilst you had to learn the technical skill, whilst you had to practice again and again, whilst you could perform for hundreds upon thousands of people, making them cry, making them laugh, making them … More Music (From the Archives)
First posted in 2015. || Image Credit: Photo by Alice Hampson on Unsplash
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)
“Do you have it?” Lauren nodded, hand still tucked inside her jacket. It might not seem much, this little tin box full of blue powder, but it was going to change the world. Their world. Vaskier slipped out of the shadows that spilled from under the arches. Lauren could feel her skin crawl as Vaskier … More Under the Arches (Teacup Story)
“Am I good enough?” The question that sits inside everyone’s mind. But for some, that question is so loud, so consuming that they have to act on it. Some go internal. They become quieter, less noticeable. They don’t speak unless they have to, and crave the validation that comes from an external source. Others go … More Flash Fiction – Insecure (Stories on a Theme “Human”)
Lydia always took her coffee from the same Barista. And every time she tried not to notice how much she liked him … More Flash Fiction – Coffee in the Morning (From the Archives)
Power is sometimes considered a dirty word, a word you don’t want to use because it means you have power over something. It’s an element of submission, you, the person with the power, over something or someone. You’re the one in control. But that’s not always the case. Sometimes power comes from within, a courageous … More Flash Fiction – Assertive (Stories on a Theme “Power”)
“I pity you,” Tabatha whispered, venom entering her voice as she knelt down next to Meq’s shuddering body, “because you still fight. Give up now, Meq, it’s over.” … More Flash Fiction – Pity (From the Archives)
