‘Dear diary, journal, or whatever you may be, Walked down the secret stairway. Lamp dropped – heard laughter – I think I might be crazy. No, I am not crazy. I saw the boy in the painting, only he was NOT the boy from the painting. NOT the boy I dreamt of. The boy in more »
I needed to know whether I could look into everyone’s room. Tiptoeing through the landing, I stood still next to Jamie’s room. It was quiet, which could only mean that he had decided to sleep. I moved a few more steps ahead and let out a deep breath that I had no idea I had more »
…but I can’t think of one! Hi all! You know how people compile a story of their life using YouTube, Snapchat etc etc etc? I guess I’ve been doing that through my blogs. I don’t think that any of my post has focused on a specific topic. It all just seems to be my thoughts more »
Confusion When people tell me, ‘Love is a feeling, it just happens.’ I respond, ‘How would I know that I am in love If I have never experienced it?’ The constant thinking? The breaking up inside? The tears? © Fatima Begum
‘Kelly, darling, are you awake? Dinner is ready,’ Mrs Jenkins knocked at the door. ‘Hmm,’ I let out. I rolled to my side and covered my face with my blanket. ‘Darling, come now,’ she continued. Mrs Jenkins opened the door and strolled in. She lightly pushed me. ‘Mum, please,’ I moaned. ‘Please? Love, you have more »