A graduate of Creative Writing now working as a Nursery assistant. Poet, short story and novel author.
Based in Plymouth.
The Staffordshire Saxon
I wrote this story on my first ever University trip to the Potteries Museum and Art Gallery. We were asked by our lecturers to find a piece of art that stands out to us. The Staffordshire Saxon was the first piece we saw as we walked in. And for some reason he stuck in my mind. I walked around for hours with my classmates until we came to the little classroom area they usually let primary school children use. People were abuzz with the photo's they'd taken and what they were going to write about. I knew from the first moment I saw him that I would write my piece about the Saxon.
The sun starts to rise above the tall dark green leaved trees. A low fog hangs around the bottoms of them and creates dew on the half slumped grass. A cold chill is in the air and I know what we are going to find around our small village. It has been the same for the past few months.
The Tale of the Monster Hunters, Part 5
The whole village was up early the next morning, even before the sun had risen to almost half way up the trees. The spies were collecting information for Mahir and the group as they sat around the chief's large circular table eating a majestic breakfast of fruit, meat and coconut water. Jax and Dasia held hands the whole time, stealing glances at each other. In his diary, Clive said that Elizabeth wouldn't stop smiling at the newlywed pair. It was the most romance all four had seen in a while.
The Tale of the Monster Hunters, Part 4
It took another hour before the tyre tracks they had been following disappeared. So that was where their guide left them. He would later be exiled from his town for it. From there-on-out they hiked up to where they thought the tracks would go. And of course they left Dasia in charge of the map, which meant they got lost again.
Changing a Life
I'm sorry I've not written in a while. I hope you all had a great Valentine's Day. I spent mine with Peeves as my fiancé was (and still is) away on a training course for work. I did get to celebrate on what society calls Galentine's Day. We celebrated with Top Gear specials and prosecco. It's not a typical Valentine's, however it was perfect to us.
The Last From the Past
Soon my spiralling started to affect me at work too, but once again me being me just blamed it on mood swings. It wasn't until November 2019 when my Mum was given an appointment to sort her heart out, which had me over thinking everything and my spiralling at work got worse. A colleague suggested that I go to the doctors to see if they could help, whether it was therapy or antidepressants (she too believed I had depression). So one morning at work I rang the doctors and of course I had to tell my manager what was going on and what was going on in my head and such. This led to a complete breakdown and the urgency to get an appointment became apparent. Anyways, the doctor rang me back and made me an appointment for that afternoon. It made me feel better because even though I was still in denial that I had depression, I felt like I was going to get some answers. So, that afternoon my fiancé came to pick me up from work and drive me to the doctors. We went in, signed in and took our seats in the waiting room. My fiancé then went to move the car and about 30 seconds after he'd gone I was called in to the room.
But I was wrong. I moved to Plymouth in April 2019 (my fiancé had moved in in March) and I was really excited to begin my adulting life, just us two. And to be fair life was going rather well to begin with, we were both loving our jobs and loving living together and being independent from everything. We enjoyed a date night once a month and lazed in at the weekends.
Let's start again
So, according to my publishing history, I last posted a piece here 2 years ago. Since then, so much has happened in my life, and I stopped and thought this morning before I set off to meet my fiancé before then heading for work, a lot has happened in those 2 years.
The Tale of the Monster Hunters, Part 3
That night, sleep escaped Jax and Dasia, even though deep down they knew they would need it. They tossed and turned in their grey duvet, spooning or lying back to back. Hours went by. Dasia watching the clock and praying that Jax would sleep. But it didn't happen. She knew he would be grumpy and therefore difficult to speak to.