A writer by both profession and passion. Sharing my stories about mental health, and my journey to becoming a better writer.
A Tribute To Sylvia Plath
Mad Girl's Love Song By Sylvia Plath "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
Sims 4: Country Livin' Review
They’ve finally done it. After years of fans asking, practically begging, daydreaming of an official farming expansion pack, The Sims 4 have finally given us what we’ve asked for. I’ve been playing The Sims for as long as I can remember, from watching my Aunty play the first game when I was too young to play myself, to getting my own laptop and a copy of The Sims 2 (and using every birthday as a chance to bag a new expansion pack), to buying my own gaming PC and every single one of The Sims 3 and 4 expansions (aside from Journey to Batuu). It’s safe to say that I knew a thing or two about the game, and that I had a lot of expectations for such an eagerly awaited for expansion as this. As soon as I got paid, I downloaded the game, barely containing my excitement to begin my farming adventure.
Monster Hunter Stories 2: Wings of Ruin Review
This is a spoiler free review. I've been a fan of the Monster Hunter series for a long time, dating all the way back to the PlayStation 2 era, where I, as a child, was in awe of the ferocious monsters, and always a bit frustrated that I struggled to fight them efficiently. Now, as an adult, with my first ever fully completed Monster Hunter game being Monster Hunter World, I can safely say that I'm addicted to the franchise, and I'm always craving more.
Cure this madness! This moon cycle sickness, delusions of wolf-men roaming the cobblestones, clawing at the minds of innocent bystanders,
Sisters of Fate
Three days before your birth, your fate they will decide, allotted is your time on earth and how you shall reside. Clotho spins the thread,
The Box at the Diner
10:30pm. The diner had been closed for half an hour. ‘Thank the lord today is over,’ Maggie said, an unlit cigarette hanging from her mouth. ‘My feet, Ivy. My feet are bloody killing me.’
It’s been two weeks since I died. The night that it happened, I felt nothing. I woke up in bed, perhaps a bit dizzier than usual – but it was a warm summer evening, and I’d gone to sleep with a stomach ache, so I thought nothing of it. I stumbled to my kitchen to pour a glass of water. My dog, Teddy, didn’t react as I walked past him, a bit unusual, but not alarming.
The White Estate
December had wrought a fierce winter upon the town. Victoria had lingered in the sitting room most of the day, watching the grey sky as it littered snowflakes across her lawn. She had neglected her duties, to her own shame, as she sank into a mood darker than the clouds above her, for today was a grave day; a reminder that she was still alone, unwed, and bitter. A disappointment not only to her parents, who desperately wished for her to embark upon the next stage of her life's journey, but also to herself. She wished to remove herself from this manor, whose walls reminded her of entrapment, whose fields swept long and unending, like the depression that had taken her in her younger years.