Ghosts of the Night: Part Two

… As night finally drew close, I settled into my bed and hoped sleep would take me away from my restless thoughts. I was wrong. As the hours continued to trickle in, and as much as I tossed and turned, I still couldn’t shake off the image of that man’s eyes burning into me. Worse…

Ghosts of the Night: Part One

In that moment, I knew. I just knew that no matter how many days, months or years that passed, those eyes… those cold, vacant, piercing eyes, will continue to haunt me – forever. Yet, as much as I wanted to do so, I couldn’t turn around and run away as fast as my little legs…

2AM Epiphany

It’s 2am in the morning and I’m wondering where the fuck I am and more importantly, who the FUCK I am. My arm is feeling numb. As I turn to investigate I’m met with a naked girl lain across it. Great tits, fantastic even, but my god is she heavy. She’s like an elephant wrapped up…

Nomadic Sunshine

Do you know what I could never understand? How people could be so content, wasting away their lives in the decay of normal, everyday living…. Mornings spent trapped in cars, commuting to jobs they can’t stand. Afternoons spent losing their souls to brainwashing TV screens. Evenings devoted to maintaining fake lives on social media, never…

Magic City

Always gone before dawn and back after dusk; growing up I saw my mother break her back and work herself to the bone, just to barely be able to keep a (leaky) roof over our heads. Sure, to everyone else we were poor. To us, we were beyond wealthy with each other’s love. I adored…

Dark thoughts of a disturbed mind

Alone with my thoughts, I set the darkness within free and with pleasure, I allow it to take hold of me. I throw my head back and surrender as evil as black as tar, courses through my veins on its way to my brain. I then listen intently as the glorious voices echo around my…

All Eyes on Me

Ambition is not the sole domain of men. I refuse to remain in the demure and thankful role imprisoning women, while my male peers like Kanye West and Charlie Sheen are willed to boast about their achievements and self-proclaim themselves The Second Coming. So, fuck that! That stops now. I’m a woman who’s not afraid…

Music to Watch Boys to

Some may spend hours plucking away at guitar strings, others even immersing themselves in decades old foreign films…we on the other hand do none of that, in truth we don’t have any actual hobbies. Well, there is one… the center of our teenage universe…the sole reason Clarissa and I gravitate towards the park every Sunday…

The Devil in Her Eyes

With eyes clenched shut and finger tips pressed firmly on either side of my nose, I try desperately to grasp at memories as fleeting as flickers of amber. Yet, as much as I try, they remain agonisingly  just out of my reach. Like an old TV set drowning in static, from the chaos I can…

Antitheses of the Heart

She gives me… Sweet nightmares and ugly fantasies. Joyous miseries and painful pleasures. Tender slaps and angry kisses. …I love to hate her but hate to love her, she’s the antitheses of my heart…

Incurable Romantic

When I close my eyes, all I see is… White picket fences and red roses. Spontaneous road trips and endless summer days. The glow of a warm fire and the shimmer of a crystal blue lake. …I guess I’m just an incurable romantic.

The Fame Monster

Smoking mirrors; nothing is always as it seems. Behind the glitz and glamour fame is a nightmare, not a dream. All people see is the pearly white smiles and diamond rings, the red carpets and pink frilly things. Little do they know that when the cameras aren’t flashing and the crowds aren’t gathering, alone in…