Minimal.

Minimal. Considering the amount of output I’ve had on this blog, I’d say this prompt was an accurate one. Where have I been over the last…17 days? What happened to a post a day?? In short, life happened. University happened. Whilst I didn’t expect this to be easy, I did expect to do a little…

Colours.

Light dapples through the stained glass of the window in my grandmother’s attic. I often get transfixed by the colours- an orderly block of precise green cubes, pure and bright, filtering summer sunlight and catching the dust particles that drift lazily by. The pattern is only interrupted by two gashes of rush brown where the…

Black: a simile creative writing prompt.

As black as the splurges on an anarchistic autumn leaf. Black like blank paper waiting for it’s colours to arrive. Black like the blossoming of ideas on a page, ink spiralling, conceiving universes. As black as clarity, like a still freshwater pond. Black like the old dried blood of a Lovecraftian nightmare. If white is…

Sweet Charity, episode one: pregnancy scandal

Hi everyone! I’ve recently started volunteering¬†at a small charity shop alongside my studies. I’m really enjoying it so far, as the small tasks I’m required to do are a welcome distraction from the pressures of uni, and unlike sitting on facebook for five hours, I actually feel like I’m doing something significant. I’m giving back…

Lent, of sorts.

Today is St Davids Day, the patron saint of my beloved country, my homeland, my hills, and my vales. Today is the day when, back home, we’d be wearing red to school, singing sosban fach reluctantly, and eating as many Welsh cakes as physically possible. But I’m not home. I’m in England, and appallingly, there…