Cerys Latham
Bio
I'm a drama student currently in my third year at university, and I've always been passionate about writing. Writing for me is an escape, a way to explore worlds I will never see except for in my own imagination.
Stories (15/0)
Getting Lost Makes For an Excellent Day Out
Hidden amongst the sleepy hills and forests of North Yorkshire lies a forbidden city of tunnels, caverns, underground grottos and mystical creatures. Well known by some, beloved by many, this enchanted garden will capture your heart and take you back to the days when Wonderland still existed in your mind. I am talking about the Forbidden Corner.
By Cerys Latham3 years ago in Wander
Widow's Rest
This is not a story of fragile women trapped in towers. This is not a story about gallant knights and princes who sweep these same poor, trapped maidens off their feet and into another type of cage, just one more gilded. No. This is a story about wronged women who have no choice but to cut like shards of glass. This is a story about women who want nothing more than to see those who hurt them bleed for the pain they have inflicted. If this is not the kind of story you want to hear then go elsewhere. I am not here to coddle you like a mother does their child. I am not a guide nor a guardian. I am simply a storyteller. Still here? Then I shall continue.
By Cerys Latham3 years ago in Fiction
Unexpected and Inopportune
“Where did it come from?” “I don’t know.” “I don’t appreciate that there’s no address on it.” The three siblings stared down at the perfectly wrapped brown paper package. As Nathaniel had stated, there was no address written in neat, swirling handwriting. There was just their names; Isabelle, Nathaniel, and Thomas.
By Cerys Latham3 years ago in Fiction
To Dellman's Ridge
Erin’s daily rituals were the same. Unending. Unchanging. She had chores to complete, a garden to tend as her brothers ploughed the fields and herded sheep. She had chickens to feed and a cow to milk in the old barn to the west of the farmhouse. Everyday was the same, calm and uneventful. But not today. Today was different.
By Cerys Latham3 years ago in Fiction
Of Barns and Mobsters
It is through Johny Felten, the shoeshine down by the old waterfront cinema, that Leo Rossini first learns about the incoming shipment of illegal firearms coming down the river to the Cascella mob. Whilst Johnny is the last link in a long chain of people that includes a pianist and a dancer, the first is Luca Cascella, the owner of the Ace of Hearts – one of the biggest and most decadent clubs East of the river – and brother of mob boss Nicolo Cascella. From this chain it becomes apparent that Nico is in desperate need of somewhere to stash the inbound guns.
By Cerys Latham3 years ago in Fiction
