Sister by blood and by choice…

She practically raised me. My memories of my earlier years confirm to me as much. She carried me on her back whenever we needed to get somewhere. Be it the corner store across the street or the more-than-two-miles to school. My mother was a hardworking woman who spent most of her time at work earning...

1 am Thoughts.

Sitting here now, at 1am in the morning, I remember everything with clarity. The many times I lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling waiting for you to say something. Anything. I remember our passionate moments. You shuddering on top of me, my body writhing in pleasure beneath yours, only for you to take...

Mistress causing Distress.

I watched you fall on your face, Struggling to stay on my case, Impressed by the silk and the lace, You thought, 'Must be a princess...' Waist captured your eyes, Hips spelt your demise, Derrière your desires did entice, 'What beneath her dress lies?' Haunted dreams day and night, Visions of red embers and candlelight,...

Rebel Heart.

It tastes like the tall mug of piping hot black coffee cradled in my hands on a cold day. The power to say NO to things I have never wanted: the strength to walk away from things that tore me down. Who knew I had such power in me? I know I did not. Not...

Change…

I have changed. I know it. I can feel it. I used to think change was bad. The way the day changes to night when the sun goes down and the world plunges into darkness, or the way the sky turns a daunting grey when the rain is about to fall. How could I embrace...

Aura.

There's fire in her eyes,There's a storm in her soul,It's raining, it's pouring,It's shining, it's scorching,But her heart is a rainbow.She's a flame-winged dove.

Endings.

​I walked away and didn't look back, Watched as the rainbow turned black, Heartbeat and footsteps in sync, Stayed afloat when I thought I'd sink. ©EL.A

Battlefield of the mind.

My thoughts stray into the dark abyss, Hidden within; a promise, A paradise of sheer nothingness , A euphoria, blinding in its briefness, Sailing into an ocean of numbness, Cruising through the waves of fearlessness,  The temptation to set camp; overwhelming, The constant peeking of my consciousness; abnegating. The war within feeds my cravings, My...

Valentine’s Day Competition!

For lovers of love and fairytales…

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Love is in the air…

Whilst February 14^th means nothing to a large number of people in different communities across the world, if you’re reading this, you’ll probably know that it usually marks the day of chocolates, flowers and candle lit dinners. Valentine’s Day is around the corner and, this year, we’ve decided to mark it with a short story collection themed around one of the most powerful forces in the world: LOVE.

For the next couple of weeks, we’re inviting writers to spend some time playing Cupid. Pick up a pen (and by this we mean open up a blank Word Doc) and shoot a few fictional characters with love arrows for the chance to win £100!

You have (almost) total creative freedom. Your characters can be married for 25 years, or they can be total strangers – they can be madly in love, or in the process of…

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No love.

"Why won't you love me? You've loved others before, haven't you? So why then won't you give me a chance? Just one chance to..." Wait. Stop. Before this goes any further and before my brain commands my mouth to start spitting fire... I'll explain it to you, as well as I can. So it bothers...