Well Nanowrimo has come to an end and I did not write a novel in 30 days. I wrote some things, I wrote a lot of things in fact but they did not turn into a novel. I knew upon commiting to writing a novel in November (Nanowrimo) it was going to be a challenge …
The well manicured lawns are now overgrown. The trampoline rusted, broken and turned upside down in the long grass and weeds. The fences that line paddocks are old and broken. Abondoned chicken pens litter the outskirts of the house and the old bird cage roof where finches, quails and canaries were kept has completely collapsed. …
I can't remember arriving to work because I wasn't paying attention. I know the road far too well to plan it to perfection. I don't know the date, but it's been 52 weeks of reflection. My existence in the hands of this world. I felt it when I left High School, who am I …
My veins are blue and connected in every single nerve and my heart pulses to the rhythm of my breath. My skin is white and my blood is red, just like you, one in the same. But I sit in the corner, the wild observer of the night. The one who listens instead of speaks. …
Haley Lauren Smith 