Jessie Waddell
Bio
I have too many thoughts. I write to clear some headspace. | Instagram: @thelittlepoet_jw |
"To die, would be an awfully big adventure"—Peter Pan | Vale Tom Brad
Achievements (1)
Stories (88/0)
Maximise Your Potential for Subscribers by Telling Your Story
Social Media is abuzz thanks to Vocal's new 'Subscribe' feature, which is absolutely ace, by the way. We finally have a chance to curate our own feeds by subscribing to our favourite creators—what could possibly go wrong?
By Jessie Waddell2 years ago in Journal
This Stay-at-Home Mother Needs her Fantasy Romance Novels, OK?
People read for so many reasons; I read for many reasons—To learn, for fun, under duress… but mostly, I read to escape. Escapism has been my coping method of choice for as long as I can remember. Be it film, television, music or books, I always found ways to ensure my mind was absorbed in anything other than reality. If none of those sufficed, I’d slip into the depths of my imagination and make something up.
By Jessie Waddell2 years ago in Viva
- Second Place in SFS 7: Long Thaw
Life After...Second Place in SFS 7: Long Thaw
Anyone who says drowning is a peaceful way to die has obviously never drowned. And it's never happened after falling through the thin ice of a frozen pond. There's nothing peaceful about the water hitting you like a thousand needles, piercing your skin repeatedly like rapid fire until the sting becomes an incessant burn.
By Jessie Waddell2 years ago in Fiction
For What Ails You
Ava stared blankly at the single green light that flashed in a steady rhythm on the bedside clock. 3:45 am. Better than 1 am. She thought to herself as she adjusted her position, removing the weight of the heavy arm that was draped over her waist. Once free, she gently rose from the bed, careful not to wake her companion, snoring soundly beside her.
By Jessie Waddell2 years ago in Fiction
Broken Hearts & A Brand New Start
"Breathe, Sophie,... In and out... One... two... three..." Sophie was a bundle of nerves as she attempted to steady her trembling hands enough to apply her make-up. It had been three days since the suspicious package wrapped in brown paper had been mysteriously left on her doorstep. She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it.
By Jessie Waddell2 years ago in Fiction
