Today is the day (3/3)

Today is the day. I was finally going to do it. Finally relive myself of the tremendous suffering and hardship. I clenched my fists, gazing blankly at the countless scars littering my wrists. A form of relief that was only temporary and fleeting. The fluctuating call of the school bell pulled me from my slumber, yanking my bag onto my shoulders and racing to the bus stop. The world was starting to fade back to grey, trees hug limply and leaves turned a darkest grey hue. I pushed my head-phones into my ears, providing a brief relief of colour. Music began to play and my failures were soon forgotten as the tempo filled my head. The harmony soared then crashed, a beauty unable to be felt by anything else.

 

“Liv?” a voice yelled, yanking me back into the horrors of reality. There she stood. The most amazing  girl I had ever seen. Her sunflower  hair tumbled down her shoulders, freckles lined her sharp cheekbones and her smile brought colours I have never seen before.

“Isla. What are you doing here?” My palms were sweating and heart thumping erratically to the faint pulse of my music. Her hair glimmered in the sun and her perfect form stood just next to me.

“You have any plans later?” Isla asked, rocking slightly from side to side.

“No, not today.” Our hands touched and I shivered, shocked with the large level of comfort I found within a single touch.

“Your place it is then.” She beamed, cheeks flushed and punched me lightly on the arm before skipping away. I watched with a dazed grin plastered onto my face. My very first smile in a long time.

***

Today marks the day colour came back into my life. Today is the day I changed for the better as the sky shone blue and the grass glittered green. Today is the day I accepted  myself for who I really am, surrounded by thousands upon thousands of colours. Today is the day.

 

 

Heyo! This is the end of my editing challenge. I hope you all enjoyed it.  Have a nice day 😊

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Today is the day (2/3)

Today is the day. I was finally going to do it. Finally relive myself of the tremendous suffering and hardship. I clenched my fists, gazing blankly at the countless scars littering my wrists. A form of relief that was only temporary and fleeting. The fluctuating call of the school bell pulled me from my slumber. I yanked my bag onto my shoulders and raced to my bus stop. The world was beginning to turn grey again. The trees hung limply and the leaves faded to grey. I desperately pushed my head-phones into my ears, providing a brief relief of colour. Music began to play and my failures soon forgotten as the tempo filled my head. The harmony soared then fell, a beauty  unable to be felt by anything else.

 

“Liv?” a voice called, yanking me back into the horrors of reality. There she stood. The most amazing  girl I had ever seen. Her sunflower  coloured hair tumbled down her shoulders, freckles lined her sharp cheekbones and her smile brought colours I have never seen before.

“Isla. What … What are you doing here?” My palms sweating and heart thumping erratically. Her hair glimmered in the sun and her perfect form stood just next to me.

“You have any plans later?” she asked, rocking slightly from side to side.

“Not today.” Our hands touched and shivered, shocked with the level comfort I found within a single touch.

“Your place it is then.” She grinned, punching me lightly on the arm and skipping away. I watched with a dazed grin plastered onto my face  The first smile in a long time

***

Today marks the day colour came back into my life. Today is the day I changed for the better as the sky shone blue and the grass glittered green. Today is the day I accepted  myself for who I really am, surrounded by thousands upon thousands of colours. Today is the day.

 

Hey,

This is part 2/3 of my editing challenge. You should definitely notice some subtle changes to the first paragraph but not so much the second one. I hope you all are having great days. 🙂

Today is the day – Three part editing challenge (1/3)

Trigger warning – This short story contains themes of self-harm and suicide

 

Today is the day. I was finally going to do it. Finally relive myself of the tremendous suffering and hardship. I gazed blankly at the scars lining my wrists. This form of relief wouldn’t last much longer. Awakening me from my thoughts came the fluctuating call of the school bell. I pulled my bag onto my shoulders and was pushed and shoved to my bus stop. The world was beginning to turn grey again. I plugged my ear-phones in, providing a temporary burst of colour. Music began to play and my failures forgotten as the tempo filled my head.

 

“Liv?” a voice called, yanking me back into the horrors of reality. There she stood. The most beautiful girl I had ever seen, blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders, freckles lining her cheekbones and her smile brought colours I have never seen before.

“Isla. What … What are you doing here?” My palms started to sweat and my heart thumped erratically. Her hair glimmered in the sun and her perfect form stood so, so close to me.

“You have any plans later?” she asked, rocking slightly from side to side.

“Not today.” I uttered breathlessly as our hands brushed.

“Your place it is then.” She grinned, punching me lightly on the arm and walking away.

***

Today marks the day colour came back into my life. Today is the day I changed for the better as the sky shone blue and the grass glittered green. Today is the day I accepted myself for who I really am, surrounded by thousands upon thousands of colours. Today is the day.

 

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Hi guys. You’re probably wondering about two things –

  1. The crappy quality of this story
  2. The title

Let me explain. I’ve decided to create a challenge to be able to show my audience (that’s you 🙂 ) that writing short stories takes time (I mean you probably know this already). The challenge will take place over three days:

Day 1 – Write, without editing a short story

Day – 2 – Edit the short story

Day 3 – Finish editing and finalise the story.

Whilst typing this I was cringing so much just reading over all the mistakes. UGH! Feel free to undertake this challenge. If you do end up doing it (I feel like no-one will but just in case lol). Put the link in the comments so I can check it out! (Wow this post is full of doubt and brackets, oh well).

Hope you enjoy,

xx

Things that make me happy

Screen Shot 2018-09-03 at 8.28.43 amLaughing.

Dancing,

Smiles,

Jokes and lemonade,

Hugs,

Friendship,

And daydreams,

Watching the sunlight fade.

 

 

Hey,

This is a writing prompt, 10 things that make me happy. It was very hard to choose just ten things but I love the way this poem turned out. I can almost picture the scene happening just in front of me. Feel free to use this prompt, if you do please comment down below so I can see what makes you happy 🙂

Have a great day,

Smiles all round 🙂

 

When being overprotective is too much

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No Facebook,

Twitter,

Snapchat,

No male friends

Or things like that

 

You can’t go out,

You can’t see friends,

No need to shout,

No freakish trends

 

No parties,

Sleepovers,

Dances,

No relationships,

Or jackpot chances

 

You can’t go out,

You can’t wear makeup,

No need to yell,

Don’t bring it up

 

Hey y’all,

My parents are SUPER overprotective and it kills me. I know they just want to keep me safe and cared for, but at 15 years old I don’t want someone holding my hand throughout my life. I get so annoyed when I’m not allowed out because 6:30 is ‘too late’.  I just want some freedom. I’ve been feeling super trapped at the moment and my house is starting to feel like a prison. School is turning into my safe place because I have way more freedom than at home. It’s like I use up all my energy and feelings at school and then when I get home I’m subdued and quiet. I mean it could be worse … I guess.

 

On a more positive note, HAPPY SEPTEMBER! I’m so pumped for spring and the end of coldness and rain. This month I am going to ATTEMPT to ensure that I post at least twice a week. Fingers crossed …

Xx

I am on the run

I am on the run,

Fear is catching up,

Worry just behind,

Sadness trotting after,

Shattered fragments of my mind. 

 

Hey everybody! How are your weekends going?! I’ve just started mine and have so much work to get through 😭. Just a speedy poem  whilst I’m on the bus home. I wanted to add another verse to it but I don’t have any inspiration. My creativity is still crap and I’m desperate for my poems to start flowing naturally again. It’s not looking too good to be honest …

Enjoy your weekend 😆

Xx