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The Nightmare

Lewis decided to sleep at 10:05 pm. He was really angry at something he couldn’t remember properly. His mind was running with the herd of thoughts that were trying to stop his sleep. Trying to rest his body, Lewis took a warm bath… He laid both of his wet hands on his honeydew skin. His curly hair was so damped that it looked like tiny drops of water falling off gently from an ill leaf. He resisted his tears, but then he remembered that in the water they became invisible.

Lewis couldn’t resist anymore the pain he was feeling. It was too much. 

Too much…

Too much…

He tried to calm himself talking alone because he once heard that talking to yourself was therapeutic and he tried to practice it, but it was no longer effective. At least not that night. He always tried not to scare his family… They had a lot on their plate and seemed pretty busy on other businesses. Lewis kept looking himself. He saw his hair, shiny like he always wanted it. He looked at his eyes and wondered what would’ve been if he was another person. He kept his eyes on their reflection for a minute and sobbed quietly, like a sad gust in the forest. Then, he saw his face and stopped right there.

“I thought I lost you again.” He said to himself. Sometimes you don’t know the person you see in the mirror.

After thinking he was completely insane, he went to his bed. He was on a deep anhedonia and sleep sometimes was the cure for the ramparts of his heart… He wondered then what he was going to do on his dreams.

12:06 am:

Lewis was driving to his house on the mountain. His car shined with the glamorous sky and the houses were so colorful that he thought he was on a blue ray movie. The wind was shaking his hair and with it, his soul. He never saw that side of the mountains. At least not when he was awake… He arrived and turn off his car with a gentle touch and ran to caress his dog Alex. He sat on his little safe haven, looking to the amazing view he had at the top of the mountain.

12:08 am:

The sky became gray, but all of a sudden he was at the beach. He felt that a storm was coming and yet he admired the waves rocking the sand with a subtle touch. Lewis was completely alone. He felt uncomfortable. Alex was no longer there, but he could sense something. He sensed a divine figure. Someone was there.

“I never thought I was going to see you on a beach.” The voice said.

“On dreams, anything is possible. For instance, I’m talking with you.” He responded.

“A storm is coming, Lewis… Are you prepared?” The voice asked with an ominous thud.

“I’m aware of your storms Anubis. They’re not quite literal, nonetheless, they are chaotic.” He replied.

“This time I was invited… I had no intentions to come… You see, this storm came off a little bit early.” Anubis explained.

The winds became stronger and Lewis blacked out.

12:10 am:

His dad’s room. He couldn’t move. He was tied to an agony that crushed his gut and made him feel like death itself was beside him. His dad’s bedroom was covered in a dark cloak that made him feel unsafe. He felt a pressure on his chest. He yelled.

He kept yelling.

He kept yelling…

The darkness looked at him with a greedy smile and violently came towards him and shouted with great vehemence:

“I AM NOT!” “I AM NOT!”

12:12 am:

Lewis woke up with a sore throat and took off his blanket… He felt weird, yet he remembered the episode… He went back to sleep.

6:30 am:

Lewis woke up again. But when he opened his door, his family was running hysterically looking for some towels and trying to get 911 on the phone. He stood there, beside his door frame, looking at his grandfather laying on top of his son, crying like Lewis had never seen. When Lewis looked closely, his dad was on a bloodbath on his bed, holding the knife he used to take his life and abandon the world once and for all. 

No one could know for sure, but rumor has it that he died at 12:10 am…

Lewis never had the chance to rest since that day, for he could have stopped this, only if he was able to crack his dream…….

N. R.

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Tips for naming characters

I’ve written a lot of short stories during my time, and I’ve had several hits or miss with naming my characters. Sometimes the names come naturally as if that character was literally born with that name, other times I change a character’s name so many times that I have begun to describe them as “this guy/that girl” because I literally can’t keep up with the constant change. That’s why I’ve compiled a list of tips that you can do if you’re stuck with a character’s name.

1. Borrow it from a friend or family

This is the easiest way to name a character. Just copy the name of a person you know and use it for your own character. It doesn’t matter if your best friend is literally the opposite of your spunky heroine or if your lively little brother doesn’t exactly resemble a stern general; you need a name and they have a name.

2. Combine random words

Simply look around yourself and use the name of the thing closest to you. You can also ask another person the first word that comes into their heads and use that as inspiration. I personally only use this one when I need to name inanimate objects or even creatures. It’s a clever way of using your surroundings to draw your creativity but it can result in very weird names.

3. Make a list

Look up online a list of baby names, these generally carry the most common names used in the year. I have a document dedicated to boy and girl names as well as one dedicated to last names. Then I use a dice or ask a person a random number and then use the name that is under said number. This method is especially useful when you need to name a character on the whim or need to name a side character that doesn’t require much development.

4.  Use a name generator

If you want a completely random name but still need it to sound nice then this is your way to go. This is personally the method I use the most since I can adjust it to my liking and get numerous names that I could use in a different story. Just simply put online what type of name generator you want and click away. A couple of examples of name generator you could search are fantasy name generator, band name generator even couple name generator. The options are endless.

5. Use a name translator 

This one is for my poetry folk. If you want a name with a hidden meaning in it, you can use a name translator. Name translator can come in handy when you want to use a name from another language. I used this method in my one of my main characters from my story Confinement of the Stars. Freude is primarily a joyful character with a largely German heritage. Therefore, I decided to search a name that meant joy in German. It’s more of a hidden clue about him, knowing what his name means to give a direct characterization to his persona. It gives the writer the ability to say more with less while also giving a fun fact about the characters to your reader. 

Hopefully, these tips can come in handy when you're struggling to name a character. Feel free to send us any other methods that you use and be sure to check out our other stories or tips.

Have a wonderful day,

~b.h.

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Lust’s dagger

He skulked his face between his pillows not knowing what to do. His damped cheeks were aching with a pain that wasn’t his and still, he felt that all of it was his fault. In fact, part of the unknown fiasco was his fault, but he couldn’t conceive the idea of death. He couldn’t believe that he acted on his passionate desires and not with reason. Nonetheless, it wasn’t any death. It was the death of his fianceé. The incident did not occur for the lack of money, since Cordelia and Richard were ludicrously rich. It wasn’t because he was a hidden murderer, he never thought about doing this to someone. Also, Richard had an incredible phobia towards blood and corpses, yet, his will to be free was stronger at that precise moment. For now, nobody was missing her, but eventually her family will. Someone will

Richard wasn’t paying attention to the smell of the new wainscot his parents bought for his bedroom, nor he was listening to his brother playing the cello on the other room. His guilt was burning his insides and he felt nauseated. His eyes were red with the acidic tears that were falling from them. His conscience was not trying to be apologetic, instead, it tried to remind the dagger that his right hand was holding two hours ago. The only thing he had in his mind was the voice of Cordelia calling out his name.

“Richard! Richard!”

That was all.

That was all.

But Richard tried not to think about it. Everything he did was for a greater good. He did not desired Cordelia the way his parents wanted him to. He liked her, but not wanted her till death. He was not feeling the burning sensation of love for a woman that thought Hitler was right. He couldn’t fathom the thought of living with a beautiful damsel, yet so rotten inside. She was cruel, yet magnificent. She was not a woman worth of trust, because she had the mind of a greedy spouse. She seem capable of anything, just for her riches. Moreover, He remembered how she treated her servants. That look of sovereignty in her eyes made her something her beauty didn’t represent.

“Damn you ignorant fool, I wanted hazelnut soup, not walnut.”

“If murder wasn’t a crime, my hands would be crushing your filthy neck.”

Her beauty was outlandish because her soul was wicked and damped with corruption. Richard felt a strong feeling that made him perform something he never thought about. Earlier that day he approached his future wife to talk about her day. She was sitting on the bench of their garden. He had no idea what she was doing, but he couldn’t care less. Nevertheless, he tried to make himself eager with interest and lust so he could make her feel different, surprised.

“You are a bit odd today.” Cordelia said while her arms were over Richard’s knee.

“Isn’t it appealing my darling?” Richard asked with a slight touch of sexual manipulation.

“I’d rather not say.” And Cordelia stood up for a moment. Richard felt a sting. He had to act quickly.

“My dear, you must know that among every living being, I am trustworthy. Tell me what discomforts you.” he said with a coruscant smile. Cordelia’s façade changed. Her sunshine like eyes were suddenly awake and her lips turned reddish with concupiscence.  

“We shouldn’t act like this with so little time for our wedding Richard.” She said with her eyes and lips still the same. Thirsty for something that she hasn’t experienced.

“Who says?” He replied with a wittiful kiss on her cheeks.

“I don’t know, God?” She replied with her eyes closed in her passion. Richard couldn’t accept her answer. Instead he kissed her on her lips. She barely resisted; once she got the taste of his fluvial tongue, she felt that her thirst was satisfied.They were barred on a passionate kiss, their faces burning, their bodies burning with something so natural and yet, evil. Richard pulled away for a moment, thinking about his next move.

“Maybe we should move on to somewhere more private.” He suggested. Cordelia, being blinded by her physical urge, did not argue. She holded Richard’s hand with a gentle touch and both walked deeper into the garden. They were close to the woods of their property and there they stood for a moment, just looking at themselves. Richard took the first step, he kissed her with aggression and she replied with a moan that was waiting for it´s release. He started undressing her with a quickness so natural, that she just laid there. He was caressing her naked chest with the knowledge of his further acts. She approached his body with a curiosity that made her act on her wild instincts.

“I had no idea you were this powerful and savage.” he said looking at her.

“I was not expecting this satisfaction with you my love.” she replied.

Both were naked and pleasure was the hymn of their bodies. Richard had to do it. There was no other way.

“I need something from my pants.” He said with a smiled that created a visage of intimate and pure love.

“Don’t you have what you need?” She chuckled.

Richard then moved to his pants and grabbed a dagger with his right hand. A tear escaped from his eyes and he turned back. Cordelia laid there, with her eyes so close expecting a cup of the most wonderful gift of the deities.

“Cordelia, I am sorry, but I can’t do this.” He said and Cordelia opened her eyes and saw the boisterous dagger. Her fright took over and she shouted.

“No one will ever hear you here.” he said with nonchalance.

“Richard! Richard!”

And the dagger penetrated the heart of the rotten lady that lived with a hate that didn’t suit his divine beauty.

N. R.

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Success Without A Conscience

Author’s note: I just wanted to clarify that this was a short story that I wrote for my AP British Literature class and I had to incorporate specific vocabulary words; which is why there’s a lot of weird archaic words that I use on this one. Anyways, I really liked the way the story developed and wanted to share it. Feel free to leave any feedback.

~b.h.

"How much for that?" I asked the merchant, nodding to the dagger on the table. 

The market was buzzing with energy; a new ship had arrived at the city docks and carried a fresh cargo of imported goods from the Imuchakk clan. The obscure clan had never made trade deals with other merchants before so when they arrived claiming to carry official Imuchakk goods, everyone swarmed to the stands. 

The merchant eyed me suspiciously but still sported a cunning smile on his face. "This beautiful blade was hand-crafted by the skillful blacksmiths up in the Imuchakk clan. Its hilt is incredibly detail-", I held up my hand and silence the man, making him stutter slightly before he gently placed the knife in my hand. 

"The dagger will be 800 units," he said fidgeting with his fingers. I silently examined the dagger and gestured to my servant boy to hand the merchant a sake of coins. "Pleasure doing business with you" he smiled and went to give me a handshake, but my servant stopped him before he got too close. "I hope you have a nice day, sir" I bowed and smiled sweetly at the young merchant and walked away from the table.

"Your Highness, I beseech you to be more careful when talking to the people, they might recognize you". I stopped and quirked an eyebrow at my servant, "You and I both know that I'm not the one who should be careful". He bowed deeply "Yes, your majesty, my deepest apologize", my frown lessened, and I chuckled before ruffling his hair, Hamid straightens immediately, his visage flushed from the gesture. "Don't fret over it, Hamid. Come, let's finish this" I say as I slip the dagger into its hold on my belt.

We crept deep into the town and slipped into an empty room covered in dust; the room was illuminated by the setting sun; a gold hue brightens up the darkened figure. He back was facing me, and he appeared to be fidgeting with a beaded necklace. 

"Alright Dastane, you asked for a meeting and here you have it. On with it now." He turned around, surprised to hear the rotundity of my voice.

 "Yasmin…you actually came," he said breathless "I-um, I didn't think you would come…after what happened" I looked down, not being able to hold his gaze. It still pained me to talk about my father after his death, it hurt even more that it came from Dastane. "I wasn't going to".

 An awkward silence settled between us; I cleared my throat as I played with the hilt of my new dagger. Dastane's eyes fell to the dagger as well and he sighed deeply "I see that you don't trust me anymore Princess"

 I huffed "Can you blame me? After that little stunt, you pulled? The whole kingdom thinks that we killed my father and you ran off and left me to deal with your mess!" 

Dastane chuckled, amused by my outburst. "Well my apologizes princess, I forgot how choleric you can be" he walked closer to me and said in a lower voice, not even trying to hide his smirk "but if that's truly how you feel why were you willing to meet me here?" 

I glared at him and asked incredulously "You dare bandy offensive words? You and I both know that I am only here to seek justice. You are truly the dullard here if you believe your new queen can be cozened so easily" I crossed my arms and frowned at Dastane. "I know why you killed my father, you wanted to usurp the throne so that I could become queen and make you a knight. You hoped that the ordinance that forfends you from becoming a member of the knighthood would be repealed by the royal family, repealed by a certain princess that was charmed by your wits." I pulled out my dagger and quickly moved to press it against his neck; I could easily see his Adam's apple trembling with fear. "But you see, you underestimated my will. I may have been charmed by you but I would never betray my father, not in a million years."

Dastane stared at me freighted by my change of character. I wasn't the usual princess that was too shy to voice her opinion; that became flustered whenever he smiled at me. No. I was a woman that was devoted to her father; that was betrayed by her closest friend; that wanted nothing more than justice for her kingdom. 

"Hamid" I called my servant, authority clear in my voice. 

"Yes, my queen" 

"Call the guards, tell them that I found our traitor". There was a pause before I heard the door opening and several footsteps entering the room. Two men came and apprehended Dastane, who didn't have the courage to look at me in the eye. 

Right before they took them out the door he stopped and looked back at me. A sad smile enveloped his handsome face before he said in a quiet voice, "I only did it because I thought you deserved more. I hope you understand that Yasmin.", then he turned and left the room with the guards. 

There was a heavy silence. The pressure in my heart increasing as more time passed. I winced slightly, I had been fiddling with the dagger and had accidentally cut my fingers. Crimson blood seeping from the wound and dropped down on my shoe. "Are you alright your Majesty?" asked Hamid, his eyes searching my face for any emotion.

 I looked at him and sighed heavily, a humorless laugh leaving my chest "Oh Hamid, I wish I were".

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How books help me through college?

     First let’s say that I’m not talking about the academic stuff. I really don’t want to focus on that right now. However, I want to talk about how fiction and novels helps me walk through this sudden change...

     Let’s face it, college is a whole new world of experiences and sometimes oneself is scared at the beginning with the changes that these may cause. New people, not being able to see your friends on a daily basis, no time to breath or whatsoever. Moreover, after Hurricane Maria everything went to hell.

     Books have helped me in a lot of ways I really can’t imagine. In a month I read eleven books. Nevertheless, the books that really got inside me were: Thanks for the trouble by Tommy Wallach, Simon vs. the homo sapiens agenda by Becki Albertalli and More than this by Patrick Ness.

     You see, I’m one of those that loves to fall in the deepness of the emotion. For instance, Thanks for the trouble gives me a boy named Parker Santé and how he falls for a woman that is so mysterious and peculiar. His journey teaches how to overcome, how to recognize our own flaws. His relationship with Zelda is weird and complex yet, there’s simplicity throughout the novel. It’s a voyage of a boy who is in a way trapped inside of himself and I needed to read something like that at the moment

     That’s what someone needs when it’s going through a rough roller coaster of changes! One needs a book to speak the feeling that is mute inside of the soul. One needs a companion through the trail of thorns and no roses. Books really have been a great therapy to me on this process. I really cannot fathom a world without them.

     I really recommend you read one of this books I mentioned. They’re great and perhaps one or two tears will escape from your eye. This is my experience with books, if you had had any, share it with us.

N.R.

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No one should know my heart, for they may judge my secrets

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Autumn Swing

He was eating a red velvet cupcake on a swing when he saw her. The brisk wind swept him up and enchanted him. To anyone else, she would seem like an average girl, but there was something about her that made him want to weep in admiration.

To her, he was a simple stranger, yet her eyes filled with warmth when they met.

She’s the rare kind of human being that will speak to you if you seem upset, even if she doesn’t know you. Because to her, you are all that matters, you have her full attention and nothing can steal you from her.

Her intense gaze sends shivers down his spine, he has the sudden urgency to touch her, to run his freckled hands through her curly hair, to feel her head lean on his shoulder in blissful peace.

It feels like hours before she tears off her eyes from him, and his cheeks warm up instant when he realized that he’s gaping at her. Even from distance, he can see the wrinkle in her eyes as her shoulders tremble slightly in a silent laugh.

In a sudden wave of courage, the boy stands up, the cupcake dropping on the grass, long forgotten. He marches towards the girl, determined to speak to her. But his courage was short lived. She stared wide-eyed at him for a moment, surprised that he actually approached her.

“H-hi, it’s nice to meet you. M-my names Evan-what’s yours?” he stuttered, sticking out his hand for her to shake. She smiled at him and turned her head lightly, she remained silent, a gentle blush enveloping her cheeks. She rocked her heels in amusement and leaned closer to the boy, their noses almost touching. Evan blushed profusely, taking a step back. “Uuh- is something wrong?”

She was observing him intently, absorbing every little movement from this boy. Then she dipped her hand into her bag and pulled out a notebook and a pen. She quickly looked at him and motioned him to follow her. They headed towards the swings and sat down together.

She flipped through some old pages and showed him a page that simply said: “hello, nice to meet you.”

Evan stared at the simple sentence, he was mildly confused yet he went along. She looked at him smiling and stuck out her hand, waiting for him to shake it. His cheeks flushed as he eagerly shook her hand. She seemed even more gorgeous up close. Evan started sweating out of nervousness, his hands getting clammy, yet he refused to let go of her warm hand. Her beautiful eyes crinkled in amusement.

Suddenly a red car stopped a few yards away and honked impatiently. She let go of his hand and stood up. She gingerly placed her grabbed the notebook from his hands and looked at him with a rare kindness that you’ll only see in people that love you unconditionally, she nodded her head and trekked off towards the car.

“Hey! Wait, what’s your name?” he shouted suddenly, fearing that he’ll never find out. She stopped walking and turned around. She smiled sadly before flipping through her notebook again, to the very first page in it.

She stared at it for a moment, as if she was hesitant to show him. She glanced at Evan and felt her heart swell at the hopeless look in the boy’s eyes. She held a lopsided smile as she held out the notebook, the page glaring into Evan.

“Gracelynn”

His breath got caught in his throat. And as this beautiful girl walked away from him, Evan knew that he had fallen hopelessly in love with this stranger and that there was no turning back now.

~b.h.

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25 things about myself!

#1. My name is Nathaniel Robinson

#2. I have a thing for the color blue. It’s my favorite color because it soothes me. The ocean is blue, the sky is blue, sapphires are blue... Basically, I’m obsessed with it.

#3. I have a thing with hands, feet, and eyes. I really do not know the source of this quirky obsession but I found these really appealing. I love green eyes (since they are my eye color) and hands well, I just love hands.

#4. Writing has been part of me since I was a child. I have been sensitive to the experiences that life has given me and most of them are prompts to my skills. Writing is one my escapes from reality.

#5. I’ve never kissed a girl. It is nice to share it on the web.

#6. Sometimes I think that I have the Peter Pan Syndrome. Growing up in this world is a melancholic ride of emotion and it ails me a lot.

#7. I really can not say I have a FAVORITE movie, but I might say that I love films above anything. Well, mostly anything. I love how actors can transmit feeling with their voices and their tears. I enjoy watching another’s life. Movies are wonderful.

#8. Books! I fancy books in a way that I cannot explain. I have my own private collection of 218 books. It’s a little bit puny.

#9. Slytherin on the house baby.

#10. I’m 19 years old but sometimes I feel that I have 15. However, there are times as well that I feel 28. I have issues and many plot holes.

#11. I contradict myself every time. I’m a paradox, I gather.

#12. Can I say that I’m a cynic young man? Well yes, yes I am.

#13. I’m in my second semester of college. I love to study and my bachelor’s degree is in Education. Teaching moves me. I want to be remembered as the guy who helped many students. I want to teach with passion and solidarity.

#14. I’ve always been a lonely person. It wasn’t until my senior year when I made my eternal friends. 

#15. Disclaimer: I’m a very deep person. My dept is unknown, even to me.

#16. I am mostly shy around people of my own sex, but I feel free with women. Most males feel intimidated by females, but I was raised in a house with women only so, I enjoy being with them. 

#17. I have the ability to remember my dreams. Lucid dreaming is my biggest goal in life.

#18.  About dreams, I suffer from constant sleep paralysis. So going to sleep for me is agony.

#19. Sometimes I feel that I hate humanity, but then I feel that humanity is beautiful and desirable. I don’t know which way I should take.

#20. Basically, my whole life revolves around books, movies, college, and Netflix. 

#21. I lose track of time watching Cinemasins. Those guys are amazing.

#22. I’ve always wanted to become a booktuber but I’m afraid of dem haters watching my face a criticize. Maybe one day I’ll take the leap of faith (Inception pun intended)

#23. I love puns and word games.

#24. Julia de Burgos is bae, Emma Watson is my life.

#25. There are many things I would love to write, but then I will never finish. The last thing is that I don’t know how to be an adult, so perhaps I will be the Goob of my story. (Meet the Robinsons reference) Anyways, keep moving forward.

N.R.

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The Struggles of Being a Book Lover

There's a considerable amount of books around the world. They all may look alike but deep inside each spine runs a whole new world filled with wonders; making every single book different. Reading will allow you to gain access to these unique worlds. You'll become more knowledgeable and open-minded; enabling you to grow as a person. Though there are many dreadful things about loving books; like starting a new book, spoilers or not having enough money to buy books.

        Starting a new book is undeniably one of my biggest pet-peeves. The fact that there are so many books to choose from is nerve-wracking. Also when you read for fun, you get sucked into books quickly. Making it very hard to continue to the next book because you’re still hung on the last book you read. You’re constantly let down by expectations. There’s nothing worse than having high expectations for a book and be utterly disappointed in the end. Same goes for spoilers. An example could be when you’re sitting with a friend that has already finished the book and accidentally spoils it. It has gotten to the point where I even lose interest in the book.

        However, having too many books to choose from is equally as frustrating. You may have more than 50 books in your ‘to-be-read’ shelf but you can’t seem to make a decision. Because for you all the books deserve to be read. Another thing that can gravely affect your decision is your mood. Many times have I been in the mood for action, but all my books are romance. So I either look for a new action or suck it up and read romance. Though that also makes me question whether to re-read or start anew because I already read a great action book but I found another one that also sounds great. Ultimately I never make a decision on which book to read.

        Furthermore, there’s the problem of getting the books. Most would find this hard to believe but a lot of things can make your choice harder. There’s the obvious one that books are expensive. Not everyone can go on a shopping trip solely to buy books. The odds are you have enough money to get 5 books. Another thing is the type; the paperback is classic and practical but gets easily damaged, while hardcovers are more expensive but durable and elegant. Shelf space can also make a huge difference. You might have a tiny shelf and want to display all your books but you can’t fit them all, obligating to either download an audiobook or an eBook, which are more expensive than normal books.

        In the end, there are many wonderful advantages from books. But little details like starting new books, having too many books to read and actually choosing a type of book will cause complications. These things might seem harmless but the annoyance of these things will always be there.

~b.h.

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A lil’ bit about ourselves

Hello and welcome to our blog!

This is just a quick intro to the blog, our names are Blaze Hart and Nathaniel Robinson and we’ll both be writing here. You can expect to read about book reviews, snippets of poems, short stories and essays.

We hope that you enjoy our pieces and have a lovely day.