Wannabe writer, midnight adventurer, and lover of all things that transcend the typical.
Just a Content Editor trying to make it in the mixed-up world of fire breathing dragons, murderous courtesans, and wronged princes.
One Afternoon in May
Hey Mum, Do you remember that time when we were walking down that grey-stone street in Huntingdon one afternoon in May, some seventeen years ago now? You’d let me choose my outfit that day. I was wearing my glittery pink trainers, fuzzy lavender bodywarmer, and tulle skirt over striped tights.
One step, one glance, one word. That's all it took for me to fall. The cracks reverberate beneath my feet, spreading outwards and reaching for him before I can stop them. Like a deadly kaleidoscope, they surround me, bigger cracks interweaving with the smaller that branch from them. Small buds of water occasionally spill from the gaps that puddle where I step and I find myself dodging more and more as I go.
One Papaya Princess
I've always loved the allure of thrift shops. Back in school, however, I had to hide my affections. Instead of spending my weekends in London shopping in Oxford street like my classmates, my mum and I would sit together and trade out my thrifted labels with that of clothes that I'd grown out of the year before.