… Of all days in the year, we will turn our faces towards the City of the Dead upon Christmas Day, and from its silent hosts bring those we loved, among us.  - What Christmas is as We Grow Older - Charles Dickens My First Christmas with my Dear Guardians was so Quiet and Relaxing. We Ate a lot, we spent Time with Friends, we Looked at the TV, and I Read with Guardian-B. She Read stories of Ghosts that visit on Christmas. You would Think that Unbelievable, but let me Tell you

This story was written on the 17th of December at artFix after a really fun eco-art workshop hosted by Nan and Van. I was never a crafty...

This is a test. I want to see what the link looks like. It's for my novel. I could delete this after I see what the link looks like, but...

This story is not currently available in English on the blog, but you can find it in the Greenwich Anthology 2022!

This story is not currently available in English on the blog, but you can find it in the Greenwich Anthology 2022!

* Youth Worker taking a break to leave the Writer read a little text she wrote, Baia Mare Youth Centre, Write It Out!, 2022 * This is...

I wasn’t necessarily planning to write something today. People of all ages and genders are dying on other parts of this planet, even mere...

1 Lucy slammed the door of her bedroom. Her life was flipped upside down when her Mum decided to quit her HR job and become a full-time...

Poetry is random words you mean to write on paper and that other people try to make sense of. Modern poetry, that is… Or… … all poetry,...

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Arteus pulled into one of those truck parking lots and while I was finding the strength to get up,...