Whispers Against the Snow
My mother used to say that when the snow whispered, the world was pulled apart and put back together in strange new ways. I figured this was why my heart beat so hard as I stomped down my front steps and rounded the side of my house. My shoes crunched against the thick snow. Darkness coated the world like a blanket, and the cold air pressed close to my ears, making the noises of the night muffled and other wordly. Particularly the noises from the old barn which called out like rustling voices from the darkness and scraped at the inside of my skull while I wrestled with the thought of checking on the noises from safely in my bed.
Book Review: A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J Maas is stuck in my head
A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR) series by Sarah J Maas is a fiction series that delves into the world of Fae. The series is reminiscent of fairytales, but brings its own unique characters and plotlines, heart-melting love-interests and especially following the first books in the series, a growing focus on sm*t.
Time for the Tea (with Books)
Drinking tea whilst reading a good book is one of the finer things in life. But are all teas made equal? More importantly: are certain teas better with certain genres of books? I really don't know, but I'm going to try. Why? Well, why not? Might as well have fun with it.
Before I had a dog
Before I got my dog was a strange time in my life. It was a time when everything seemed to be moving past me at warp speed, blurred around the edges and blowing harshly in the wind. Everything seemed just a little scary. There were shadows in every corner and question marks at the end of everyone's statements.
I'm sick of New Year's Resolutions and Here's Why: A List of All the New Year's Resolutions I was Unable to Achieve/Keep up with in the New Year
New Year's Resolutions are notorious for falling through. There are a number of reasons I think that is. Maybe it's because we come off the busy period of the holidays expecting everything to calm down, when it really doesn't. Maybe it's because the new year inspires you, but then reality hits two weeks into the new year and it doesn't fit the hype. Whatever the reason, we've all probably had our resolutions fall through, right?
How I Plan to Reset After the Last Two Years: The Sleepiest of New Year's Resolutions for 2022
The last two years have been full of turmoil for everyone. Our world was hit by a global pandemic, multiple lockdowns, mask-wearing, and the dreaded anti-vaxxers. In response, the world has just grown more and more chaotic, and we're moving at a faster pace than ever.
The Girl and the Chocolate Cake
The woods that shelter our small town are full of interesting things - things I've only heard of in stories, things I've only dreamt in my dreams. I've found animals that don't talk, strange sharpened sticks with metal tips, and strange plants that don't sing or sparkle or dance at night. In fact, they appear to just sit there!
Time Had Other Plans
The Time Void hummed as I stepped up to the Precipice and stared down into the depths. A lifetime of training had led to this. I fiddled with the electronic band on my wrist - the Time Warper - with a growing sense of foreboding. The glowing purple light below, the waving of the timelines shimmering silver.
Sandy Beach was my home away from home during the summer of 1979. I wasn’t too sure if that was its real name. But it was sandy and it was a beach and I guess if you tilted your head to one side and closed your left eye and then squished your nose and closed your right eye, then maybe it looked like Olivia Newton-John singing about a boy. Either way, Sandy Beach was a hidden haven north of one of the most infamous beaches off the coast of New South Wales. Couldn’t tell you exactly where now, though.
The postman hated me, so believe me when I tell you that his smile as he handed me the brown package was fake. I could see an evil glint in his eyes, I swear. I took the brown box gingerly and read the scrawled writing on the front. I could hear my dog barking savagely behind me.
The Forever Home
When Jack placed his sleeping baby in her basonet, Jack glanced out the large window overlooking the mountains and stopped. Everything had been so hectic lately that he had hardly stopped to remember where they had come from. But seeing the mountains put him in mind of a memory: