* header photo credit to Sara Rolin via Unsplash * I haven’t always written horror, although I have been an avid fan of it since I first stumbled upon Stephen King’s ‘Pet Sematary’ when I was around 13. I always read books well outside my suggested age range, much to my mother’s chagrin. She supported
When people see you as a strong woman, they think that you do not need anything or anyone. They think that you can manage everything and will overcome whatever happens. They presume that you do not mind not being fully listened to, or you do not need any emotional or physical support. When you are
I have a dream, well, perhaps more of a desire really, to be able to stand up in front of an audience of my peers and read some of my written work aloud. I used to be quite good at it when I was at school, with my teachers often choosing me to read aloud
I’ve got a lot of things wrong with me, from a health perspective. I’ve worn hearing aids since I was 11, spectacles since age 13. I had braces at that point too. My teenage years were an interesting challenge, let’s put it that way. I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes at 15, IBS at
There is a light in the distance, a fire burning, beckoning, It holds a heat that warms the embers deep within, A flame of purest mutual understanding, Not mere circumstance or sympathy, but raw emotion. But that light is a candle braving harsh winds, Flickers, is snuffed, waits to be lit once again… Once lost
