An Accidental Author

creative writing, lifestyle and travel

pluck the strings of my heart

Pluck the strings of my heart and listen to the melody twinkling as it floats softly to the stars. Exploring constellations, soaking in each dazzling beauty, searching for its life changing Gemini. Electric with energy the heavens bleed scarlet. Sparks... Continue Reading →


Lonely Dollhouse

Broken houses keep broken people, bound in their hurtful ways. Inhabitants mimic porcelain dolls shut in a barren wasteland of ideologies - suppressed and controlled. Deprived of heat and oxygen, they withdraw, devotion ever dwindling. Brought out only for entertainment,... Continue Reading →

It’s a Fresh Start

I know, I know. It's been a while since I've written a blog post but in my defence I've been very busy. Over the past 6 months I quit my job, removed toxic people from my life and started university.... Continue Reading →

10 things you need to know about introverts

1) Their privacy is very important 2) Never embarrass them in public 3) In new situations they tend to hold back and observe their new surroundings first 4) They think before they speak. Don't demand instant answers 5) Do not interrupt them 6) They don't like plans... Continue Reading →

What If

What if I told you this was all for nothing each day that leads to another means little to anybody but yourself. What if I told you it could all be different but things would have to change first. Does... Continue Reading →

drunken thoughts

Words are fickle and more often than not, they are meaningless! For example, my diaries are full of words that collectively form who I am, but! Over a period of time they will be lost, thrown away or forgotten. It... Continue Reading →

On My Own

I never thought that I'd be in a position where at almost twenty I was being forced out of the "family home"! Yet here I am a week into living on my own and all I can say is that... Continue Reading →


Far from the simple life I imagined, this is not a place I want to be. Left feeling uncomfortable, the atmosphere is stale and ridged. Sinking further inside myself, far away from my problems. I  become reclusive. A shadow of ... Continue Reading →


It is not what we say but what we do. Our actions echo long after they are put into place.  Rippling along our linear  line of life. Reaching out twisting and whorping  the lives of others along  the way.  These... Continue Reading →

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