I feel that the title of this post would make a rather good story title, or maybe a poem. But alas, it is purely factual in that this really isn't a story. This is a post to just allow me to ramble about writing. Or more accurately about the things that stop you from writing, … Continue reading This is not a story
Tag: anxiety
Imagination – a midweek flash challenge short
Written in response to #MidWeekFlash challenge 295 ‘What do you see?’ He stared up at the rocks stabbed into the ground. The sun was setting between them, making his eyes hurt. ‘Stones.’ He rubbed at his eyes. ‘And white spots now.’ He hadn’t looked directly at the sun, but it was so bright, burning in … Continue reading Imagination – a midweek flash challenge short
Warrior within – a prompt flash fiction
She sat on the edge of the chair, her limbs draw tightly in as if to make herself occupy the smallest possible space. Around her the others moved and talked. She nodded at opportune moments and gave half smiles. Occasionally her lips parted to say something but the moment passed and her silence remained. When … Continue reading Warrior within – a prompt flash fiction
Shadow Monsters- a prompt flash fiction
When I was small, I disliked the dark. Wondered about all the things lurking in there. Did they want to hurt me, eat me or worse? What did they look like, where were they from? I would run across my room in the middle of the night. Leap back into bed so nothing could grab … Continue reading Shadow Monsters- a prompt flash fiction
Voiceless – prompt poem
They all talk, I look on and open my mouth It shuts again quickly, I listen instead Try as I might I cannot join in Despite the words that shout in my head No time like the present, you’ve a right to be heard My stomach twists as I gear up to speak Then … Continue reading Voiceless – prompt poem
Panicky and peculiar
She sits playing with her bracelet, twisting it and tying it up in knots. Her eyes never lingering in one place for too long - don't want anyone to think she is staring, or not listening, or listening too hard. Under the table her hands whirr. She can sense them watching, studying her although never … Continue reading Panicky and peculiar
Why do I write?
There was a tag thread going round a couple of weeks ago on asking people why they write. I got tagged a couple of times and realised there is not one reason for me. So I decided to do what any writer would: write them down!! Not just in any old way but in various … Continue reading Why do I write?
What if?
I tweeted this poem (if it truly fits that category) on World Mental Health Day. It talks about daily struggles with anxiety and fight to try and fight the thought patterns.
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