Packed In Boxes

In case it isn’t obvious from the title, this poem came about from me moving house–or, more specifically, me moving house with my boyfriend and his family. Lots of boxes. Lots of lifting. But also lots of memories of happy times together along with the promise of making more. Having a room called ‘ours’ filled with ‘our’ things is such a beautiful feeling, so I decided to capture the entire experience in this poem!

Tea

This poem was prompted by Potted Purple Mag’s seventh issue’s theme, ‘Culture’. It’s a pretty weird topic for me, and one that I’ve considered before in my writing, since I often find myself wondering what my culture actually is–what it means to be British, in other words. For this poem, my mind immediately went to the age-old stereotype: tea. But I wanted to transform it through personal memories which are unironically ‘tea-stained’, showing the people behind the hot drink which might as well be a meme at this point. So, here are my thoughts on tea; I hope you enjoy reading them!

Reborn Bloodlines Excerpt

Are you a fan of my first supernatural young adult novel, Twisted Bloodlines? Well, you might be excited to learn that I’m currently writing the sequel! I have three books (so, a trilogy) planned for the ‘Bloodlines series’ – Twisted Bloodlines, Reborn Bloodlines and Broken Bloodlines. Would you be interested in reading the first chapter of Reborn Bloodlines? Great! It’s waiting for you just below!

The True Meaning Of Halloween

As you may or may not know, I’m currently a creative writing intern at FOURALL Magazine, which is really fun and great for my short works productivity. I’m involved with creating creative pieces for the new issues–such as the special Halloween Issue which was released on 28th October. You can find it here! My piece in that issue was ‘The True Meaning Of Halloween’, a short flash fiction exploration of the idea that monsters can roam freely one night a year, pretending to be ordinary people dressed in Halloween costumes. It’s a spooky and fun read! Why not check it out below?

Cats Alone Excerpt

As you may know (if you’ve recently browsed my Upcoming Releases page), I’m currently writing the second edition of my first ever self-published book, Cats Alone. It’s a middle-grade fiction animal story, about family, unity and staying together through a crisis. A Tribe of cats are abandoned by their old owner, Joseph, and faithfully wait for him to come back, with plenty of hijinks, arguments and lessons learned along the way. Interested? Well, a little excerpt is available below, so read through and see if you’re excited for the release!

Wasted

To be completely honest, this poem was born from boredom. I was in class and, having finished my work, turned to a new page in my notebook and wrote down a few lines. Then a few more. Then a couple more, just for good measure. I ended up with a poem! Well, I ended up with three. Only one is here today, though, and that’s ‘Wasted’, a commentary on how adults view modern kids’ childhoods as useless and wasted, largely due to screen time and not going outside like in the ‘good old days’.

I

Although this poem took me a little out of my comfort zone, I’d like to share it here. The Young Writers Initiative’s summer camp got me working on a poem exploring all five senses, and I came up with ‘I’. Not my usual style, but I seem to be saying that a lot these days so who knows what my style really is? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this short little wander through the senses.

Her Eyes Were Pebbles

Thanks to The Young Writers Initiative’s summer camp, here’s a cool piece on taking a metaphor and turning it into a full bit of writing. This is some flash fiction on the metaphor of eyes being ‘pebbles’, a somewhat cliched idea which I’ve hopefully given a new spin to. It does discuss death, grief and end of life care, so be warned!

This Is How I Want You To Remember Me

For today, we have a short story I wrote around the theme of self-image and how you might want other people to remember you. No real warnings to speak of, but it is a little bit sad. It actually has a very similar vibe to Lighter Fluid, my novella, which you can read for free here! But anyway, onto the short story!