So, what’s your story?

The time I got asked this question, I was having the worst time of my life (to date) and I couldn’t help thinking a couple of choice words about this man.

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Why risks are no risk at all — WANDERER

This is an excerpt from the first chapter of my manuscript, Wanderer. A 30-year-old man, David Lee-Jacobson, who’s whole life fell apart without ever truly being together, dies. David’s soul moves on to the space beyond life, but his body remains alive, inhabited by a soul who’s never had a body of their own.

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What does it mean to be beautiful?

This is just something I’ve been thinking about recently. How I perceive beauty, how do you? First post in a while, woohoo! 100% sober and not once do I mention b*tch 👍

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The Third of March | Poem

A poem I wrote as part of my class I take at NMIT. We were asked to write a poem every day for five days. It was fun, I guess. I woke strangely this morning. My thoughts scattered. Patterns shifted. I had some kind of dream that faded before I could imprint it into my […]

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The Chosen // Unpublished Story

Everything was white. Blinding and devoid of life. People were no longer human, but robots, clothed in white jumpsuits walking around day after day, repeating the same cycle over and over. A cycle that never ended. Nothing had changed since the day she’d been dragged into this white wasteland, so how was she meant to […]

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Scream | A Poem

A poem written in a fever of frustration. I know to many people who are not what they say they are. It drives me mad when people are like this. Many people call me quirky. I know I am strange. How I act and how I think does not match the status quo. While I […]

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Monsters and Friends | Part 2 |Wander

“ She wanted none of those days to end,  and it was always with disappointment  that she watched the darkness stride forward. “ LOLA The streets were quiet. Fat clouds bounced overhead, blocking out the sun. A scrap of newspaper floated across the pavement and bumped into the door of a hair salon, from the window you […]

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Monsters and Friends | Part 1 | Dark

“ yet each man kills the thing he loves by each let this be heard some do it with a bitter look some with a flattering word the coward does it with a kiss the brave man with a sword “ ~ Oscar Wilde      TRISTAN It was a lonely quiet day, as the night before […]

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Concave | Poem

I wrote this poem while I was listening to a song. This is sort of how it make me feel. But it’s more than that.   My heart beats inside my chest,   And as it thuds,   And tremors,   I cannot help but feel   An eerie sense of foreboding.   A storm […]

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Incoherent Whispers | Musings

I have this rather annoying thing where I will have a night full of extraordinary dreams, I will wake in a flurry, but the forget the details of these wonderful adventures only hours later. So I got into the habit of jotting then down when I can. Most of the time it helps, sometimes it […]

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Encompass | Poem

This is about something very real. It happened a few days ago. But I want it to happen everyday for the rest of my life.   I wake warm, My body wrapped around another. My light. My love. My only. He stirs gently in his sleep. Troubled by some unknown dream. I wish I could […]

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Maelstrom | Part 2 | Neighbor

The Doctor woke with a dreadful fright, as the crash of a breaking bottle landing on his balcony from the apartment above him, jarred him from his rest. “You’re quite the specimen, aren’t you?” A feminine voice said from above. Julian looked up to see a woman who looked to be around his age, drinking […]

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Birdsong | Musings

As I sit here now, I can hear the birdsong from my window. It’s pretty, light, and happy. And I wish I heard it more. Now that I’m hearing it as we go into spring, I realize how I’ve missed it over the winter. And how I will miss it when I move out of […]

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Dismantle | A Poem

Most of my poems come to me in a flurry of a moment. A rush of particular emotion. This is for sure, one of those.   Throw me up against the wall,   Mark my skin,   Like countless times before.   A strike.   A cut.   A bite.   Take a claw to […]

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Maelstrom | Part 1 | Doctor

It was a fine spring afternoon when Dr. Julian Gale arrived at the front desk of his new apartment building. He had mixed emotions about it all, but had deemed it necessary when his previous landlady regretted to inform him that the building was being demolished. Due to structural unsoundness, or something to that effect. […]

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Irrevocable | A Poem

A short poem that came to me in a odd kind of rush. Based off my real life. I don’t know why I do this.   Sometimes I wake to find I have been crying in my sleep. I never remember why. But there are stains on my cheeks, And a salty crust stuck to […]

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Olive Trees of My Childhood | Musings

My childhood has been defined by something that most people don’t really associate with children. As long as I have been in school, there have always been olive trees. Whether they be hidden away in the ‘out of bounds’ area, by the edge of the rugby field, or along the side of the road by […]

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Fever | A Poem

A poem based off a rather strange dream I had. This one took some time to get it to sound right. I just hope it makes sense.   I dream of eyes drawn in pastel, Soft and green. With a knowing gleam that asks but one question: Where are you? Of handmade windmills, Their corrugated […]

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