She awoke as a golden kiss of sunlight tickled the nape of her neck. She flopped over onto her back and swept the bed hair away from her face with the back of her hand. Her eyes were still closed and she scrunched her face up, making her nose wrinkle in that cute way he …
Skin
‘You can feel the itch all over. Keep scratching, baby.’ he said. She fought the shakes that pumped scorching ice through her veins, as beads of sweat oozed from her pink-raw skin and trickled down her naked body to join the stream. She lay in an empty bath, wet from the shower head raining over …
You First, Them Later
‘So you first, them later. Like oxygen masks on a plane.’ She was trying to make him see how by looking after himself first, he would then be able to provide more for others, from a better place. He cared deeply for people, wanted so much to be a source of positive energy for those …
His Dark Corner
The fluorescent tube gleamed a hollow artificial glare which made her skin ache for sunlight. The solitary tube, held lonely along a ceiling which demanded too much from it, reached out to light the desolate boxing gym as best it could but left each corner in a flood of dark shadows. The sweat along his …
Swallowed Up By Sunshine
They were the lost romance; the hidden love that would not be found. They were the forever haunted; roses stung by their own thorns. She had hidden in secret corners her whole life, sunken into the shadows from which she could peer out of. A comforting invisibility. He had thought he would die an empty …
A Sweltering Summer’s Night
The heat hung in the air like a drug; it made them woozy. The rickety window held itself up despite its own splintering wood and outside the midnight rain played music to sing them asleep. They were both laid across the bed, side by side. She wore her favourite cut-off jeans, unfastened, and the knowledge …
Hearts and Bruises
She sat against the headboard, naked with her knees held up to her chest. She wore a shy smile on her face as she drew with lip stainer a pink heart on her left wrist. This was where he should hold her tight should she ever try to run away again. Somewhere in the distance, …
Every Rain Drop
Every rain drop felt like a splashing kiss against her slick cheek. Every rain drop felt like gentle hammering love in miniature. Every rain drop felt like wet fingertips tapping against her skin, drumming a melody over the racing beat of her needing heart. She was stood with her feet together and her arms outstretched, …
Pieces of Me #5: On love, dreams and writing script outlines. And proof.
This week has been an eclectic one for me. A myriad of thoughts and emotions and a seesaw of trust and doubt, of beliefs upheld and faith dashed, of wishful thinking and head-slapping smackdowns. I thought about our hopes and how the places where our our love resides and our dreams breathe can turn to …
Cracked and Blue
Some days everything that was good the day before turns to shit and the motorbike engine roar in your guts now squeaks like a mouse, and the cold sets deep into your bones. This was one of those days. They were coming more often of late but there was one thing that would replenish his …
Pieces of Me #4: Kickstarter Poll
‘I’m a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.’ – Mike Tyson I am daring to believe again, in myself. In the value of my art. In the goodness of sharing; sharing my ideas, hopes, goals and the rest …
