Psychology Undergrad majoring in Creative Writing. Offering blended poetic realism to creative non-fiction & journal pieces.
Between Now and Then
You have to give her credit for creativity, Amelia thought to herself as she dusted Bondi Bronzer across her enhanced cheekbones. Plath’s method of putting her head in the oven seemed like a dire and rather tormented way to go. Amelia thought, if she were to do it, she would probably go with Sylvia’s first method. An extended sleep induced by pills. Amelia felt tired most days, so she flirted with the idea of an extended sleep.
The Upside to Mundane
“Mum! What’s for breakfast?” Alex shouts from downstairs as he dribbles his soccer ball down the hall. “Eggs and spinach are in the pan darling.” Amelia looks herself deeply in the eyes as she recites the same lines as yesterday, to her own intense reflection. These same lines were spoken each morning among the family of four. Each day a slight variation of the last. What’s for breakfast? How’d you sleep? You stopping in at the post office on your lunch break? Mum, can I have some money? Amelia pursed her lips, gave a smile, and then frowned as much as her botox would allow.
You are my Home
With roots as wide spread as the branches on an infinity tree —the sense of grounding that One would normally find in their hometown, I find in my lifetime friend. With the memories of home and childhood being as fluid as the ocean itself, it’s within the person who knows me best which is where I find my home. This past year has put our minds into an intense state of flux, and whilst travelling home to see the ones we love and to hang out at the places that we miss — my best friend Tessa is the one who brought me home.