“SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND!” Jane yelled at the top of her lungs. “SHINE BWIGHT LIKE A DYMON!” Little Anna echoed her sister at the top of her lungs. Other children zoomed past them on their bikes screaming from pure joy. Others trying to play kickball in the midst of the madness. School was closed
Henry was awoken for the umpteenth time by the sound of metal grazing upon metal. He tried to block it out by pressing his palms against his ears. It didn’t work, he frustratedly yanked his duvet and covered his head, pulling out one pillow from under his head and smothering himself with it. No luck.
I have been binge-watching a lot of shows on Netflix. I finally reached my quota and hit the breaks when I wrapped up all four seasons of Queer Eye and hit the halfway mark on season three of RuPaul’s Drag Race. I knew I needed to stop and rejoin reality, my reality, a painful reality.
I was on my way to the supermarket, when a gentleman passed me with a t- shirt which had a message on it which made me laugh, but it had some truth to it; “Don’t grow up, it’s a trap!” By the time I was 15 years old I thought I had it all figured
Yes, it sucks to be hated by the whole school. I know that only forces you to put on a rhinoceros exterior. But don’t lose your kind, loving and considerate self. Because that is who you really are. It’s been a rough patch and it will only get tougher to be honest. The pettiness of
I have been avoiding writing for two days. My work is writing, but I tend to run away from writing that involves my personal reflection. That’s what all these blog posts are really; personal reflection packaged in various shapes – flash fiction, commentary, articles…whatever, I feel I share in the written word. Most of the