What turns you on? (To write of course (: )

I find it so funny the things that 'turn me on' and make me feel like writing. I always am definitely inspired by music a lot of the time. There are always those special songs that cause me to instantly pick up a pen. But then sometimes it's simply something someone says, a beautiful scene or a phrase from a book or even a particular and unique characteristic from someone. Or even just a blank...
January 17th, 2011 at 04:24pm

Periods

The worst thing about being on your period, isn't the pain, or the blood and the mess. It's the emotional roller coaster, the drop and sudden rise in hormones. It's your bodies evil ability to trick yourself that you have reason to cry and moan and whine. That you can sink into a hysterical heap in the dark on the bathroom floor crying about your problems. When really you have no reason to cry,...
December 24th, 2010 at 12:36pm

The truth

The truth. What an ugly world. I hated it. everyone talks about it, like it's a good thing, when deep down inside we all lie. So why bother? The truth means confessing, which leads to retributions. It's letting someone down with what they don't want to hear; the diagnosis of terminal cancer, the ten year relationship you strived for is over, that the mother who gave you up as a baby, you will...
October 27th, 2010 at 02:29pm

A Secret

I have a secret I need to tell you. My mother can do magic.I know what you’re thinking, but it’s true. I didn’t even believe it myself, but after years of hearing jealous mothers and fathers comment on how flawless she is, or how one earth she does it, I’ve finally learnt to except the cold hard truth – that my mother is not like other mothers.Take yesterday for example. It was the...
September 1st, 2010 at 07:30pm

Why do we read?

“Why do we read,” the english teacher asks. Her words tumble through my mind, searching for the answer. Why do I read? The question is simple on its own, and yet there is a sly gravity behind the question.I read every night, it's all I can do to get me to sleep. I devour books, chew them up greedily, my eyes hugging the written words with every line. I am selective; whether it's a ridiculous...
August 29th, 2010 at 06:07pm