Megan Hemmings
Stories (2/0)
It's getting hot in here
I am an Australian. My house or town was not personally impacted by the bushfires. My life has fortunately remained un-charred. I had some friends trapped on the coast. I had family told to be ready to evacuate. I had a friend almost lose her childhood home. Yet, I didn’t lose anything. But I feel the hurt from friends who no longer have a home town. And I ache hearing of my favourite places, bursting with natural beauty burning up, leaving a mountain of ash and the bones of animals in the wake of the fires. I ache for my country. I ache for the lost homes and businesses. I ache for the loss of life. Most of all, I ache for change.
By Megan Hemmings4 years ago in Futurism
The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond
Imagine you’re living somewhere a bit lacklustre, like a very average and grungy flat in a bland bit of Glasgow. You’re not within easy walking distance of many super nice things and every time you go out, you see a shitload of rubbish, and well, shit. Because weirdly, people just let their dogs use the pavements as toilets and don’t bother to clean it up. Come on people!
By Megan Hemmings6 years ago in Wander