Fiction: Ack-Ack Girls
A peice of fiction about the women who manned the Anti-Aircraft weapons during WW2. It was late into the night but Gwen was still awake, listening to the thuds of the rain on the tin roof of the dormitory. Staring...
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June’s Entertainment
It’s July already – so here’s what we did in las month! We started watching Brooklyn 99 again. Just cause it’s awesome. We haven’t finished Castle but it’s on hiatus in this house. I watched Terminator Genisys which is both...
Poem: Affirmation
I touch smooth skin and soft hair – whatever I can reach – in reassurance of his existence. As if my vision is a lie my other senses in denial. My boy, smiles, and so do I, following the rise...
May’s Entertainment
So every month I’m gonna recap all the stuff I did over that month. The things I’ve watched, read, played. Ate. Not worn, cause I literally have three outfits; work uniform, pyjamas and jeans/shorts and t-shirt/vest. And trainers. That’s all...
Flash Fiction: Beach Pitstop
It’s been a little while since I wrote some fiction and any Kara and Etta stuff. So here is a little bit to get me going. “Do all beaches look like this?” They’d been travelling for a while now, through...
Poet Vs Writer
I’ve been watching an argument (debate does not cover it) in a writing facebook group I’m a member of about why poets call themselves writers. At first, I found this really insulting. While I don’t think the original poster meant...
Poem: Summer Soundtrack
I remember a good summer bright with promise, crushes and sex, my memory nebulous a floating soundtrack to the sun. If only I could remember more. Not every winter was barren, not every summer bright, it’s on the edge of...
Poem: Pluck
I haven’t quite decided what they tell me is true pluck away one by one and leave me hanging by my bones my soul scoured clean and raw by every touch. Probably should’ve listened but here I am all the...
