Welcome to my profile. I aim to write fictional stories, blogs that connect to myself and possible movie/tv reviews. I am Dyslexic so forgive my terrible spelling and grammar! Hope you enjoy some of my pieces.
The Sun and the Rose
There was that sound again. It echoed off the trees, bouncing off the leaves and gliding on the air. The piercing, sharp sobs of a creature alone. The Forest of Rosewater was peaceful in the morning but now in the mid-afternoon it was waking up. The animals of the forest ran in all directions away from the noise, disturbed by its screams of sadness. Beasts and creatures of all shape and sizes winced with each cry as the sound went right through them. Near the little beast was a pile of leaves. They were beautiful leaves, each reflecting rays of sunlight as brightly as flames. The leaves were a mixture of gold, amber and emerald green. Poking out were colourful flowers, randomly scattered around the pile and on top were two magnificent golden branches that were smooth and twisted delicately around the air above it.
My Dear Pup Jasper
My first ever dog was my best friend, Jasper. He was a black lab and I remember the day we got him. My dad knew a man who owned a farm and just had a litter of pups, a mix of black and golden Labradors. Me and my sister were in the car, not got a clue where we were going, and my parents stopped in a random town. They got an old blanket and put it in the space between me and my sister. We knew we were getting a dog, we had been asking for one for weeks.
Relationship and Love Tips
The key to a happy relationship is well documented online. I find this to be a false statement. I don’t believe the couples who post every single moment of their lives online are truly happy. I understand posting a picture or a video to mark a happy occasion or a post dedicated to the love one now and then to show affection but the couples who are constantly showing off to the world about their “amazing” relationship are not as happy as they appear.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Little Annie was staring out to dark trees, ears on alert for smallest sound. Being alone wasn’t unusual for her, loneliness was comforting. Annie was used to being ignored, over-looked by her peers for was different.