In the dark of night lonely creatures stir rising from forsaken graves abandoned after death to awaken with a sense of longing their hungry beings seek to reunite skeletal hands find those of their decomposing lover caressing once plump faces now gaunt lips still part for only each other that end in a kiss unlocking memories that haunt craving the
Read moreOn the 17th of June I began an optimistic journey. I’d set myself a challenge to walk one and a half million steps in ninety days for a charity close to my heart – Mind…
Read moreHonestly, this is not my usual genre to read, but I was pleasantly surprised by how this book gripped me. The Missed Kiss is a beautiful tale of love and friendship, full of twists and turns that will keep you reading until the end. The characters are superbly crafted, lovable and relatable…
Read moreThey would look upon each other through a barrier of every conceivable reality. At the slightest touch, the veil was a collision of colour, shimmering with the very essence of infinity. It was an indestructible impossibility, but there it was – an obstacle between them and fate…
Read moreI have managed to walk a total 250,954 steps in 14 days… Two weeks into the challenge, and I’m still going strong.
I’m so close to hitting my sponsor target already, which is incredible to me. Huge thank you to everyone that’s donated, thus far. All money goes directly to Mind, and is probably helping somebody right now…
I decided to start my challenge early, because I was both very eager and wanted to get some extra steps in. Being me, I went big for my first walk…
Read moreMy love
these shadows
would cower…
He dangled me by delicate wrists from the top of the tall building. The icy wind pricked at my skin, lassoing around me dangerously. Yet it wasn’t the wind that caused shivers along my body…
Read moreSo I’m about to take on this challenge. Most of you know over here know about my struggles with mental illness and my recovery. I actually started my blog because of it. It’s been a journey, but I’m here, and I’m well…
Read moreHer arms stretched out above her head as the blinds rose up the length of the floor to ceiling glass, as they did every morning. It was an automated process that she had no control over. She’d never known anything else, oblivious to the monotony of her situation…
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Lee A. Vockins. 