Thunder.

A loud crash rips me from my calming dream, I wake with a sudden urge to scream, not knowing what pulled me out of it. I stand with shaken legs and move towards my window. I pull the curtain back and I cover my eyes ready to block out the blinding sun, but I only … More Thunder.

Thief in the Night.

It’s been a week since our hobby has been stolen from us. People, if you can call them that, invaded our space and took our things as their own. They didn’t just steal something which we spent our hard-earned money on, they took our passion for what they represented. Dirty ungrateful people! They also didn’t … More Thief in the Night.

A Simple Cup.

I stared at the cup in front of me. It was white, plain, nothing to it. Just you’re basic cup. I guess it was better described as a mug, but it was still just an object, it spends most of its life going unnoticed. Yes sure, we pick it up, we fill it, but do … More A Simple Cup.

A Life of Regret.

Midnight talks that last to early hours of the morning are the best. You go through about 50 different emotions and yet when the option to do it again arises, you do it every time. You do it because when it does happen, you surround yourself with the best people in the world, you don’t … More A Life of Regret.

Broken Gold.

My friend slept with the enemy, he crawled inside, giving her false hope. When he was done he curled up on the floor, cried in his own shame, he felt disgusted. He felt weak and alone, cold and broken, and she played with his emotions. When she believed she had won, he ran away, into … More Broken Gold.