A writer in her twenties wanting to share her random knowledge & opinions with the world✨
My Twitter and Instagram handles are: @leighooper
An Exploration of My Old Instagram Usernames
The legacy of being a fangirl is embarrassing and nostalgic at the same time. My first fandom was the Percy Jackson fandom, and from the age of 12 to 18 I racked up a fair few fandoms for both YA fantasy and dystopian books, and tv shows.
Percy Jackson, You Son of a God
If you're a football fan, you get asked where you were when you first witnessed your team winning a match. If you're a music lover you get asked which artist you went to see at your very first concert. But when you're a book lover, nobody asks where you were when you first discovered your favourite book.
Underneath The Pear Tree
Thomas sits underneath the pear tree with his back resting against the base of the trunk. Stretching out in the field in front of him, children are playing. They run around with toy guns and they yell at each other in an overdramatic game of tag. One child spots another hiding behind the bushes at the edge of the forest. He points at the cowardly boy, and then runs off as the boy in the bushes fakes his death. Thomas smiles; children's imagination can be so creative.
Do you pass the Bechdel Test?
You know when you're doing something monotonous and you have this ground-shaking revelation about something related to that task and it makes you rethink your entire life? Like when you realise instead of just putting your keys down in a random place, you could put them away on the hook where they're supposed to go? (don't expect me to believe you haven't done it too!)
Frozen In Time
Dear Diary, Today I finally figured it out. The beautiful thing about being immortal is watching the seasons pass, on repeat.
He Hated Green Lights
That night he hated green lights. He hated the way it meant he had to keep driving, and every green light was like a punch to the face. He winced as he kept his foot on the accelerator, but kept his speed under the limit just so he had more time with her.
The Minotaur's Story
Bullshit. Bullcrap. Cock and bull story. Like a bull in a china shop. The Minotaur had heard all of the idioms, all of the stereotypes and prejudices associated with the bulls. He'd heard them on the wind, of conversations carried from far away. The phrases were chucked so casually into conversation that he wondered if anybody stopped to care about how the bulls might feel.
The Summer of The Swarm
Tally, a year and four months after finding her mother in the Swarm, makes her way into the edge of the forest. Her dog, unironically named Cat, walks beside her. The long grass rustles under the dog’s swishing tail. Bringing up the rear of the group is Tally’s newest and only friend, a guy who calls himself Chip. Chip is the only survivor from the hospital gang Tally rescued all those eighteen months ago, and he’s his only family member yet to get bit. He falls in line behind Cat, carrying the supplies.