20SomethingWords: Creepy Tales #FlashFiction

The Walls Have Eyes If these walls could talk, oh the things they’ve seen. I just wish they wouldn’t stare at me while I’m trying to sleep. Creepy Uncle ‘You know you shouldn’t talk to strangers,’ my uncle reminds me as he hurries me past a police officer. Covid-19 ‘You know the rules honey, you have to keep your mask on,’ my mother tells me … Continue reading 20SomethingWords: Creepy Tales #FlashFiction

20SomethingWords: The Shortest of Short Stories #FlashFiction

What We Have I know what we have. I don’t know what we don’t have, but I know we don’t have it. Which is more important? Negative Silence is deafening. Night is blinding. Space is confining. A world in negative, where black is white and I am not. Heart Vs. Head Isn’t it crazy that the heart and the head exist in constant conflict. Neither … Continue reading 20SomethingWords: The Shortest of Short Stories #FlashFiction

1 A.M Thoughts

Ah 1 A.M, hello darkness my old friend. The hour of the night where things start to take a downwards turn. The time when you realise that the house is silent, the street sleeps and sheep are being counted. Yet here you lie. Listening to the deafening tick tock of the clock, or binging your 10th episode of your Netflix sinkhole, or replaying conversations from … Continue reading 1 A.M Thoughts

Diary of a Broken Heart

What is it like Living with Heartbreak? Twice my heart has broken. It never fully heals. Like a broken bone, the hairline fractures will always remain, imperceptibly weaker, slightly more vulnerable. Though the general discourse surrounding mental health is still clouded in awkward discourse, there is a growing acceptance of those suffering with the likes of depression or anxiety. There is a populist desire to … Continue reading Diary of a Broken Heart

#QuarterLifeCrisis – Career Fears

When I’m not writing or reading, I spend much of my days in an absent minded state scrolling aimlessly through job postings and occupation boards searching for a potential future career. After finishing University I had high hopes, I had spent three years doing what I loved, reading and writing in the pursuit of a Literature degree. Once I graduated I decided I wasn’t ready … Continue reading #QuarterLifeCrisis – Career Fears

The Man With a Crack in His Face (Part 1/3)

John first noticed the crack in his face one Monday morning as he was getting ready for work. It was an everyday sort of day on an everyweek sort of week. John was a fastidiously boring man. A man of routine, regularity and mundanity. He awoke each morning at roughly 6:15, fifteen minutes before his alarm which he diligently snoozed for another day, before rousing … Continue reading The Man With a Crack in His Face (Part 1/3)