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Thoughts, Stories and Randomness from the mind of a writer



Poem: Lavinia

It's a poem. I swear it wasn't mean to turn out like this, it just kind of happened (this, apparently, is where my mind goes when the prompt is "secrets"). The title is horrific, mainly because it was a replacement... Continue Reading →


Procrastination is a girl’s best friend

I'm meant to be revising for mocks right now, and as such am in the library "working". In this case, working means rotating agitatedly between maths, physics, random obsessiveness (seriously, you do not want to see in my mind at... Continue Reading →

Poem: Ode to an English Deadline

Today I gave up English Lit. I cried. I cried all through break, part of the way through physics, then teared up again when I went to thank my other English teacher. In my free period (sorry! Independent study period)... Continue Reading →

The First Kiss of Christmas

I know. It's nowhere near Christmas, but I couldn't resist. The closer it gets, the more cynical I will be, so I decided to make the most of my (albeit early) festive mood, and do this. And I'm totally going... Continue Reading →


Earlier on today I posted something which I could never have predicted. In itself that isn't entirely unusual. I have posted many things like that over the past month: posts which reveal a part of me which I don't usually... Continue Reading →

Love Through the Ages

You know, I think I'm going to enjoy English this year. Today's lessons was surprisingly good fun for one about love, even if I did receive a comment from someone when the topic of celebrities came up. Like I'd ever... Continue Reading →

Poem: Carbon Based

I'm working on a set of poems for my friends for the end of the school year. The idea is that I write one poem for each of them, and then one for our friendship as a group. So far... Continue Reading →

Poem: I?

Stripped, Beaten, Eyes torn out, I scream, To no avail. The bird that plucked, Is flown away, And I? I am left to die. I stole, The jewels, Which gave him sight, And so, He took my own. My precious... Continue Reading →

Poem: How Many Years?

I don't really know what to say about this. Maybe I'll just dedicate it and leave a message: This one's for Akari. It didn't work out, but I don't regret our friendship. Five since I met you, Since we first... Continue Reading →

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