I have wanted to be a writer from a young age. The irony is that at the age of eight, I could barely read or write effectively. I had no interest in either. I would rather use my imagination to battle enemies at the gate, shoot spies trying to end the world or build cities …
It’s strange to be sat here, watching him breathe. I’ve been here every day for the last three weeks since they brought him in. The bruises have faded now. But the damage is still there. He’s lain there asleep for three weeks. They don’t know if he’ll wake up ever. Everyone’s been to visit him. …
James lay on Xander’s bed; finishing off a short story he’d written in his journal. The story was about an eighteen-year-old lad getting his first car, a dark blue Ford Fiesta and racing around to see his mates and his girlfriend for the day and taking them on a road trip around Lancashire. But just …
My parents were fine with it. I say fine, they may not completely understand it, but they accept me for who I am. Dad once said he didn’t accept gays going to church because it went against the Church’s teachings. He seems to have no issue with it now. I guess that’s a positive change. …
James woke up and his heart was already pounding nervously in his chest. Fuck. He rolled out of his bed at home and went for a shower. It was a Saturday and he texted Nathan, preparing for a quick getaway. He showered and dressed. He slowly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where …
Have you ever had that moment when you realise what path you are meant to take in life? I had it during a film. Before I had considered being a lawyer or maybe a marketer. However, I watched a film called Stuck in Love and half way through something clicked. I saw myself in …
James woke up feeling groggy. His mouth was dry and his body felt stiff. The room was dark. He rolled over and grabbed his phone off the bed stand and found he had three missed calls and five messages from Xander, Harris and Amelia. He texted them and Shaun, asking them to meet at the …
Dear Mum and Dad For years my one and only fear was for you to be disappointed in me. That I would in some way let you down and that you’d never look at me in the same way again. This fear has long forced me to work hard and to succeed in everything that …
James sat alone in his bed, back against the wall, pen, and paper lying on his lap. Balls of scrunched up paper littered the floor. Draft after draft of the same letter that could ruin everything. His family. His future. So much ink and paper wasted trying to find the right words to shape the …
James woke up with dry mouth, desperate for water. He blinked open and sat up in a double bed that definitely wasn’t his. A few seconds later he remembered what had happened the night before and instead of the regret he expected arriving, a smile broke out across his face. Xander was nowhere in sight. …