Catching the Light was such an odd book that I still don’t exactly know what to say about it. Cathy is an unpopular illiterate eleven-year-old living in Newfoundland, but though she can’t read or speak properly she sees the world clearly through her art. Drawing and painting are Cathy’s passions and she’s convinced that if she …
Is it clichéd to talk about leaves on the first day of October? Is it lazy writing or just being opportunistic when the colours are all around you and your first prompt is nature so why not talk about the leaves?
I’m an expert procrastinator. That isn’t a good thing, it’s just a fact. I don’t like to call myself the “do it the night before it’s due” procrastinator, but I think that’s what my friends and family would say. To be clear I’ve never done an assignment from scratch the night before, I’d always have …
About a month ago I bought a Charmed Aroma candle. I’d wanted one for a while for the simple reason most people bought them: they had a piece of jewelry inside of it. Rings were most common but you could get bracelets, earrings, necklaces, sometimes a couple of pieces of jewelry in one candle. You …
I found out some very exciting news a few weeks back but was waiting for more information before announcing it on here.
I’ve heard it takes about a month or two to form a habit, but I don’t know how long it takes to break one. We always all about how hard it is to form a habit, or a at least a habit that’s good or productive, like exercising or writing everyday, they can seem impossible …
Recent graduate Mia has just joined a space crew that rebuilds broken structures on planets in an attempt to preserve their history. While working, Mia remembers her past and her first love Grace, who had to leave their school mysteriously during the school year. Mia then asks her crew to help her in an impossible …
Do you know what it’s like when everything is heavy? When you can feel that pit open up inside of you? When it gnaws and consumes and opens up all those vulnerable parts you try to hide away. All those parts you bury so that you don’t have to be hurt.
(A weird nightmare I had a few nights back.)
“Alone in the house, though, we become less aware of it, like a persistent, dull headache. Deaf to the sound, until the still silence of ownership settles over us. Maybe we decide we will try to like the noise. Maybe we find comfort in it. Maybe an idea insists itself more easily than an action,” …
Sarah O'Connor 