Journal Task #6 – Home

“I can still manage on my own, Ruby.” I argued, treading through my unfamiliar surroundings. “I don’t understand why you must take ownership of me like this. I was doing just fine alone for the past couple of years– just the little red house and I.” “Look, Kristen, it’s my duty as your sister to…

Journal Task #7 – A Hidden Romance

Beatrice: Shift aside; his villainous blabber is poisonous. Benedick: Only a brain as boiled as yours cannot grip mine sense, except I agnize thy flap-mouthed nonsense. Beatrice: Thou gentlemen art much less than gentle, though how can it be? I forbid any affection towards such infectious hell-hated scuts! Benedick: Us infectious hell-hated scuts would dare…

Journal Task #5 – A Compulsory Dream

Mia’s parents had only one wish – for Mia to attend a luxurious musical school in the centre of London. When she turned four, her parents bought her a beginner’s violin. She thought it was beautiful and played for day and night non-stop. When she turned five, her parents spoilt their talented daughter with three…

Journal Task #4 – Sonder

I walk…I walk with my head tilted slightly forwards towards the ground – it will never judge me… I walk with my head tilted slightly forwards towards the ground- just enough to mask the flood of tears streaming down my face. Finally the slow tip tapping of my feet reaches the hospital’s waiting room. The…

Luck

Luck Written out, he looks rather odd, l…u…c…k Perhaps, he was the fourth pea in the pod? Barely noticed, or appreciated, We push him, shove him, and throw him to the ground, I beg you, don’t judge at first sight, I beg you, listen to his sound. Luck. Written out, he’s nothing more Than four…

Journal Task #2 – Midnight Bathroom Visit

The midnight darkness glooms over Katarina’s home, as silence lurks between the lonely walls. She squints to defeat the battle of vision during the nighttime when finally, her pitter-patter against wooden boards reaches the bathroom upstairs. She fumbles around in the dark for a light switch as a flood of blinding light gushes in, while her deep-blue…

Journal Task #1- A Terrible Concert

Awful. It was a horrible waste of money, to say the least. I can’t believe I’ve waited 20 years just to see them serve up that rubbish. Disgusted words buzz through my ears like swarming bees, while the bar is teeming with angry concertgoers. I really don’t blame them though because my head is also…