Rose tilted her head to the side, watching them slyly over the top of her open book. They were both peering at a mobile phone giggling as if there was no one else on the packed train. They shared a knowing glance with one another and a quick peck. This kiss shot through Rose's heart.… Continue reading Obsessed.
It wasn't really a lie, it was an elaboration on the truth. It wasn't really a lie, it was an exaggerated compliment. It wasn't really a lie, it was for her own protection. It wasn't really a lie, I was trying to make her smile. It wasn't really a lie, I was trying to inspire… Continue reading Justifying Lies
She laughs all the time, her face creases with wrinkles and her cheeks wobble, she makes you feel happy, alive! But..... Just watch her eyes Eyes like pools.... they say eyes are the window to the soul Just watch her eyes The smile can never quite reach her eyes, if you study her… Continue reading Her Smile
Unfortunate Individual number 1: I woke to the shrill ringing of my alarm. I threw my pillow at it, knocking it off the top of the chest of drawers. However it still continued its persistent ringing. I reached over towards it, lazily, but it was just slightly too far away from my outstretched fingers. I… Continue reading One Straw
If you love someone you let them go. If you love someone you let them go. If you love someone you let them go. If you love someone you let them go. If you love someone. If you love someone. My hands gripped her pale arm even tighter. My head spun and my stomach lurched from looking down at her.… Continue reading If you love someone….
"Maddie, Maddie, can you push me on the swings?" My little sister Emma asked as she dragged me towards them. I smiled at her, “Of course”, I said. The sun shone down on me and I felt as if I was in a boiling hot oven as I shrugged off my jumper. I pushed her… Continue reading Old/Teenage Writing from  [Alone]
Giant droplets of rain fell down across my face. The harsh wind howled through the trees and a shiver rippled down my spine. The cold was biting at me, so I clutched my thin, well worn coat closer to my chest. I stood alone, with the rain lashing at my face and body. Nobody would… Continue reading Old/Teenage Writing from  [Awful Reflections]