Leigh Hooper

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Joined August 2018

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Bio

A writer in her twenties with a head full of ideas and a room full of books✨

My Twitter and Instagram handles are: @leighooper

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Did Desire Die?
Divorce. Did dad decide? Did desire die? Did Debbie's devotion dampen? "Don't." Dread drives downward - dizzying. Dad's drunk.
By Leigh Hooper3 days ago in Poets
Pip's Adventure
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. They illuminated the sky with their kiss, sending sparks of light stretching across the purple expanse for miles.
By Leigh Hooper26 days ago in Fiction
The butterfly effect
Under a waking sky and the sparkling of a crisp frost, you stood before me. Monday morning, bright and early, and the day was not the only thing new to me.
By Leigh Hooper2 months ago in Poets
Clouds
The sky is stark, bright. Clouds build to cover the blue, the rain starts to pour.
By Leigh Hooper4 months ago in Poets
Atlas
Above the mountain, I struggle beneath the weight. The sky in my hands. - If you enjoyed this poem feel free to leave a heart, give an insight or leave a comment! Any tips, subscriptions, or even a pledge, would make my day - but no pressure!
By Leigh Hooper4 months ago in Poets
Dear Olympus,
Olympus above, let me see all your treasure. Let me touch the gods. - If you enjoyed this poem feel free to leave a heart, give an insight or leave a comment! Any tips, subscriptions, or even a pledge, would make my day - but no pressure!
By Leigh Hooper4 months ago in Poets
But I...
I cannot make it. Life is a mountain, but I... I am Sisyphus. - If you enjoyed this poem feel free to leave a heart, give an insight or leave a comment! Any tips, subscriptions, or even a pledge, would make my day - but no pressure!
By Leigh Hooper4 months ago in Poets
The Ultimate Autumn Playlist For Nerds
Call me weird if you like, but autumn and winter are my favourite seasons. Sure, summer is nice with it's heat and it's pretty flowers and the opportunity to wear shorts but...it's just not for me.
By Leigh Hooper5 months ago in Beat
I'm tired, mom.
"I'm tired, mom." but not tired like a need to sleep, tired like I'm so fucking done with my job and I want the world to stop and I just need a cup of tea.
By Leigh Hooper7 months ago in Poets
Come on, Comfort. Show me what you've got.
It happens on the first page - "Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.". Every single memory comes back like a flood, and I welcome it. Hello again, old friend.
By Leigh Hooper7 months ago in Poets
Welcome Aboard: MIRAGE
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Which you'd know is complete bull if you've ever visited MIRAGE before, the home of everything and everyone, no matter who you are or what you are. Whether you're human or an orc, or a Gralien (grey aliens, people. We were super creative with naming species back in the day). Everybody is welcome. The freaks and geeks and everything from absolutely beautiful to outright fugly. Which is why - all three hundred and sixty five days of the year - you'll find me at MIRAGE.
By Leigh Hooper8 months ago in Fiction
Oh, To Kill A Star
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But, strictly speaking, that's not so true. You see, things do scream in the vacuum of space. Throughout all of the galaxies things are crying out, begging to be heard. Great wails and yells. The entirety of space is screaming - endless, painful screaming.
By Leigh Hooper8 months ago in Fiction