My home says that it’s not my home. My home says that I live with a boy who, […]
memory
Ah, the old ‘what if’ game. I’ve played this game a thousand times and I always come up […]
What do you miss most about childhood? Oh dear. Here we go again with the remembering of stuff […]
My brain is not to be trusted. I don’t have the best brain. It does not remember things […]
What would you say to your 16-year-old self, and why? It’s another ‘write something you’ve already written’ prompt. […]
Sometimes, I refer to myself as the queen of metaphors, not because I’m royalty, but because my brain […]
A friend of mine once asked, actually, he insisted, that I tell him what the best day of […]
I’m writing an autobiography as a way to get me writing again since I haven’t done nearly enough […]
It is strange to think that most of the people you’ve ever known in your life are still […]
Fish Of Gold 