Hey there! I'm Lili 😊 I'm a dreamer curious about philosophy, the world and people's experiences living in it. I dabble in creative writing from time to time.
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Ignite your voice: Why the end of victim's silence is powerful
Inspired by the feeling of helpless rage when you can't find the words to express yourself or defend yourself. But stillness and silence do not last forever. And when they break, when we find our voice and discover its power, we ignite with all the words we have been burning to say.
Time to fly free? Growing up, graduating and reflecting on new life adventures
Unsteady wings (2021) This is a revised edition of my poem. You can find my first edition (2013) here —— Our time is passed and travel on must we
Why wildfires are so devastating and evil for our world
Inspired by the tragic Australian wildfires in 2019/2020, the fires in the Amazon and all the times devastating times nature goes up in flames.
5 more outstanding Little Black Book Vocal Challenge stories that top my list!
Who will win the top prize in the most exciting Vocal Challenge yet? The Little Black Book Challenge sponsored by Moleskine is the most exciting yet! It has the largest amount of submissions (10,500+ at the time of writing this article!)
5 stories I think *could* be Little Black Book Challenge Winners!
Have you been reading through the entries to the Little Black Book Challenge, wondering who is going to win? For me, this is a bit of a challenge. I want to see if I can pick who might win the top places of the LBB Challenge. In my 9–5, I work in non-fiction editing ... so I would like to think I might be able to pick out some of the best submissions (but time will tell!).
Our time is passed and travel on must we Amidst the laughter and the radiant tear; Unsteady wings moulded for flying free .
The Fair Folk
Light flickers through the trees, And filters amongst the leaves, Like little fair folk Casting spells like glitter, And floating with the wind.
The months fall to days , And the days dissipate to hours . The seconds breathe their last , And I so desperately want to hold fast .