Some stories don’t fit inside
a person’s mouth. Some stories
just have to tell themselves.
– mightwar: Unspoken
At the age of fourteen, I made a promise to myself.
I promised that I would never lie to myself about what I feel – even if I lied to others.
It was a significant moment in my life.
I had spent the afternoon perched on a windowsill, weighing the pros and cons of committing suicide.
That promise was a culmination of hours of processing: a decision about how I chose to face the trials that tested my spirit and left me mute.
spiralling. Continue reading smoke
The start of a New Year is traditionally a time to reflect on the changes we want or need to make. I have been thinking about what a delightful surprise blogging and this website have been. It has provided me with a regular creative outlet, introduced me to people from around the world and brought intriguing and thought-provoking articles to my attention.
Continue reading A New Year’s Resolution
Dear might war,
I am your older self. The self who can look back twenty-four years and see you as clearly as though you were stood by my side.
I am writing this letter as a creative writing exercise: a sort of test to see what I can come up with when given a fixed topic to write about.
I have started this letter several times already, as it didn’t seem right. I didn’t want to tell you too much as spoilers take away the joy of self discovery, but I also know that you promised never to lie to yourself about your experiences and your feelings – even if you hide them from others; so I have decided to speak to you about the things that matters.
Continue reading Letter to My 14-Year Old Self
We shared of fears, of achievements, of habits –
an odd combination for a couple of strangers to discuss.
But this was a season of non-lies:
of time and space to speak, or be silent accordingly;
as the bus bore us onwards into that
still night. Continue reading Greyhound (Terry Brown)
To aid me in learning the art of blogging, I have been exploring some of the writing challenges that WordPress offers. The Daily Prompts in particular have stirred the imaginative juices, but I’ve had to be realistic about how frequently I can write because I never know what state my body will be in on a daily basis. Instead, I have decided to have a go at some of them anyway and then post them on the site to get feedback about the work I produce. After all, there are a plethora of people out there who have been blogging for longer and I hope to use the thoughts, comments and feedback to help me develop my skills in this area.
And so without further ado, I present my first attempt. This is the Opening Chapter to My Autobiography.
Continue reading Opening Chapter to My Autobiography
Voice-over: Day 608 in the Sick Brother House, 6.32pm. might war (AKA Crip McWog™) is in the living room and on her fourth consecutive day of her vomit-thon. Over an hour ago, she started on her third retch of the day. She comes to the Diary Room to talk to Sick Brother …
Yes. I’m actually gonna dedicate a whole post to this topic. I’ve spent so much time vomiting, that I am gonna see how many words I can regurgitate on the subject matter (pun intended). I’m aware that it’s not a happy motif, but it is pretty forefront in my thoughts at the moment.
For those of you with sensitive stomachs, my apologies. Feel free to leave the room at any time. Better yet, grab a bin and join in – let’s make this a community event! 😉
Continue reading Vomit … and sh!t
Something is seriously wrong with my body.
Scratch that. Let me rephrase.
Something is seriously wrong with my body’s tastes. Lately, I have been craving sweets and chocolate. And not only craving, but EATING sweets and chocolate. I’m developing a serious sweet tooth condition.
Continue reading Sweets … and sh!t