The more I age and the further I delve into the realm of the twenties, the more I realise that this era is meant for reinvention. Consequently, I am a firm believer that reinventing yourself will help you to find yourself.
As time passes I’m finding it easier and easier to write. It’s also most likely that age old saying that reading more makes you a better writer, which to no ones surprise, is true. My latest venture has been the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon, which has been an interesting take on the Scottish highlands [...]
Waterfalls have a way of deceptively looking peaceful but get caught in the rapids and you'll quickly be sucked under.
If I were a star in the night sky I could look down on all these different stories and I'd never get tired.
"This immortality bullsh*t is driving me insane," Artyom spoke in a choked voice as he held the smoke in his lungs.
Life offers questions and a multitude of pathways which each and every one of you has the opportunity to explore, only there are no reruns, no restarting at the last checkpoint.
All is a little too quiet. The water of the lake is still, unmoved, the air too hot, too thick and heavy.
Emma rolled out of bed, picking up her phone in the process. Feet slapped on the wooden staircase as she nearly ran to the kettle, the lure of coffee too strong to warrant a long lay in.
No longer do I suggest JFK and Stalin are hookers by not using the Oxford comma...
Artyom’s skin was burning. Not in the metaphorical sense but the real life, stuck in a building that was on fire, kind of burning.