She was a ten I was a four pushing five But she'd tell me again and again 'Girl, you're more like a twenty five.' Still, I rejected the comment But she'd persist And go off on a lament 'Oh! You're really making me pissed. Everyone can see that YOU Are so damn beautiful inside and... Continue Reading →
13 pieces of scrunched up paper later and I'm still no where near starting. Each time I begin the sentence, it sounds like a child has written it. I tell myself this will be the one so I can finally stop messing around and continue writing but I just end up in a stalemate growing... Continue Reading →
Thick fog chokes the surrounding area Sucking out the colour Nothing but grey to be seen The streets are abandoned All the doors are shut A glimmer of light and a faint rustle appears But its just an old crisp packet Tumbling across the street Someone opens their door Suddenly light comes bursting through And... Continue Reading →
Hi Biscuit Breakers! Although my content has been focused on my writing challenge, I wanted to let you know that I am still here to deliver other content. We are in the third week of lockdown and I'm happy to say that I haven't got bored yet. I've been spending my time doing lots of... Continue Reading →
4:30am - The cockerel has started it's morning call. It's still dark outside and I've barely had two hours sleep 4:45am - THE FUCKING COCKEREL IS DOING MY HEAD IN 5:30am - I dozed off for half an hour and am awoken by the sheep in the field. The spring lambs are cute but their... Continue Reading →
"Hetty, I'm not going to be turned into a pie and that's that." Said Frieda, her plump feathers practically touched each side of the pen. She resumed her seat on top of the cage, although struggled a little more than usual as the bars on either side kept prodding and poking her. Hetty shook her... Continue Reading →
Society hates us. We let them Create ill children. We let them Hate us. Even though we have done nothing wrong. Otherwise we would be challenged, seen to not Obey the status quo. Children should be seen not heard. It's all Lies. - Henna
Thirteen chairs sit in a circle One is wooden, with grey tape bound to one leg One is glass, teetering on a crystal stand One is plastic, with smooth curves One is leather, with claws on its feet One is pink velvet, sickly and worn One is rocking, the remnants of what used to be... Continue Reading →
Scouring the empty shelves We hunt like wolves Eager for those few grains That will spare the ache in our brains Isle after isle We search, we scurry we scramble Till at last we find It before we lose our mind The last remaining pack Hidden behind the rack We squirrel it away from prying... Continue Reading →
I'm sat in a room full of robots. They're sat up straight, pen in hand, eyes fixed on the teacher. All right-handed may I add. Their uniform is immaculate. No pull on the hemline, no frayed trousers, no skirts above knee-length and shoes are all perfectly polished. They sit in silence, absorbing and writing everything... Continue Reading →
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