14 Days:

Day 3: Headlights – Eminem


Sweet warmth envelope my soul.

With tenderness wipe away

The smears left by fear and pain.

Hold me tight in your embrace

And know that here I am content.


There lies all the hope of the world

In a twinkling eye, a brush of the hand,

A single word.

Tumbling thoughts are silenced

By swirling smoke and a beating heart.


Soft whispers, gentle smiles,

Anguished cries, helpless glances:

The thread chaining one to another.

Inexplicably linked beyond

Fickle moments and petty squabbles.


The Bonds of Blood and Bone

14 Days:

Day 2: Human – Christina Perry

The Bonds of Blood and Bone

A hallowed pledge we swore

In that instant of little fingers.

Mine to harm.

Mine to protect.


Years have dimmed sweet smiles,

Dulled bright eyes and eager giggles.

A panic has taken root,

Unable to shield that precious purity

From the shadows lurking.


No longer is innocence cocooned

In a wondrous world

Where dreams come true.

Eyes are open that cannot be closed.


Be strong, little warrior.

Prepare to fight.

Always remember

The strength of little fingers

Wrapped around mine.


Far from perfect but there you go! I will no doubt edit this at a later stage but tell me your thoughts! 🙂

Do’s, Don’ts and 14 Days

Week 3: Do’s and Don’ts and 14 Days of Inspiration

This week our task is an extended one. We each have to choose 14 things that inspire us whether that is a song or an image or even a person – whatever gets the creativity going! Armed with these inspirational items we have to write a piece ranging from a poem to a short story on each item for 14 days. Hopefully by the time we have completed this task we will have some amazing works to be proud of and even have a laugh at.

I gave a brief presentation highlighting the Do’s and Don’ts of writing that I’ve picked up over the years and i hope everyone learned at least one thing that will help them in their own journey to becoming literary legends!

Here is my first contribution:

14 Days of Inspiration – Day 1:

If I Had A Heart – Fever Ray

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I’ve heard the stories of the sacrifice made by Light and Dark every fifty years to keep the balance since I was a child. I’ve heard of the wars that ravaged our world for millennia before the truce was signed – a truce that only lasted as long as one child from Light and one child from Dark gave up their lives to maintain the power that kept the two halves separate and peaceful. I know why it is done, that without it we will be plunged into the ages long passed, but I cannot help but loathe it – because I am one of those children, one of the unlucky two whose lives will be ripped away as a result of the day and time they were born.

I was never given the chance to live and be happy. The weight of what I must do has hung on my shoulders for ten years, knowing each day that passes is one step closer to my murder. It pulled me down. Stripped me of everything. For so long I’ve tried to forget my fate and live the few precious years I’m allowed but no matter how hard I try to run I can never forget.

Chapter 1: Faye

“We ‘ada goodun ‘aventee?” Quinn squinted into the darkness, trying desperately to keep his footing on the smooth cobblestones on our way home.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at him when he lost his footing once again and nearly toppled over the low barrier separating us from the sheer cliff beside the road.

“Whoa there! This way, Tiger.” I snared a handful of worn grey shirt to steer his drunken form towards safer ground before he killed himself. “Such a lightweight.” I snorted to myself, barely able to resist the urge to reach out with one finger and push him over just for the hell of it. That was sated when, without my help, he tripped over the half-full bottle of spirits he’d just tossed to the ground and landed flat on his back.

Amusement bubbled up from my throat in the form of giggles which I attempted to bite back. He was quite a sight; all six feet of him sprawled out on the road with his shabby suit ripped in half a dozen places thanks to all the falling, head lolling from side to side as he moaned in pain from the hard impact of stone on his backside.

I couldn’t help it any longer. The giggles morphed into guffaws as I plopped myself down in front of him. I laughed until rivers of tears streamed down my cheeks, fully aware that we must look quite a sight sitting there in the middle of the road with torn clothes and cackling like no tomorrow while Quinn lay comatose beside me. It only made me laugh harder before gathering myself together long enough to make sure there were no other travellers on the road with us.

Relieved and a little saddened that this incident would stay between us I managed to haul the big lump of stupid I loved so much into an upright position. Quinn made no move to even try to open his eyes so, with a flex of my fingers, I drew back and slapped him as hard as I could across the cheek. That got him going in a hurry.

With a loud roar of protest slit green eyes popped open and he lunged at me. Even drunk off his butt Quinn was a force to be reckoned with so I hastily rolled to the side to avoid his grasping fingers and bared teeth. Having said this, his reflexes were rather slow. He barely had time to realise I was no longer in his grasp before his face collided with the ground, adding another round of bruises to the hefty collection he’d already gathered during the last few hours.

Cursing, he rolled on his back, one hand protectively cradling his nose. As soon as the colourful stream of words pouring from his mouth slowed to the occasional blaspheme he chanced opening his eyes once more to instantly hone in on me. “Ow.” he grumbled, tenderly wiping away the smears of blood from his face.

“Maybe you should lay off the spirits for a while, Q. You wouldn’t want to hurt yourself.”

He swiped at me, narrowly missing my thigh – and only because I jumped out of his reach – before crawling closer and dropping his head in my lap. “Never. Again.” He groaned, ferociously rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his palms.

“Ha!” I poked his jaw where a mottled purple bruise was already beginning to surface, earning a wince. “That’s what you said last week.”

Prying open one bloodshot eye he peered up at me through silver eyelashes and pouted, “Fa-aye.”

My eyes widened a moment before his lanky arms wrapped tightly around my waist and any breath I held in my lungs was forced out in a whoosh. “Q – can’t – can’t breathe, dammit!” desperately I clawed at his arms in an attempt to loosen their hold but if anything it made them tighten until finally with a whimper I gave in and went limp.

Pleased to have defeated at least once Quinn sat up and grinned happily, unaware that blood stained his teeth and turned the sharp predatory points into an ominous sight. I lived in Dark, I wasn’t afraid of sharp teeth or a little blood but even I recognised the threat Quinn would make if anyone crossed him.

One carefully aimed flick between the eyes banished the last of the results of his heavy drinking and earned a warning growl, “Sober yet, Sparky, or do you need another jolt back to reality?” I enquired sweetly, cracking my knuckles in invitation.

He rolled his eyes in response, shoving my side playfully, “You enjoy inflicting pain on me, woman.”

Enthusiastically I nodded, “You have no idea – especially when you drink enough spirits to kill the stars. What else did you expect me to do? Fawn over you like a new mother? I don’t think so, Q. You’re far too ugly for that.”

He tried to cover his chuckle with a cough but the sound that resulted only made us both laugh and flop back down on the road to stare up at the sky.

“My actions were justified.” Quinn whispered, sadness weighing his words down better than any stones.

“You would think the positions would be reversed what with it being me who’s dying today.” I tried to inject a carelessness into the words that was suddenly sapped from the conversation but by attempting to do so I only made them sound hollow, even to myself.

He scowled unpleasantly, the marks deigning him a Dark warrior flaring up his neck, emitting a glow the colour of moonlight. Unable to keep still he sat up, crossing his legs, “You’re just dying. It’s us who have to live with your death.” He rested his face in his hands, unwittingly covering himself with blood.

With a heavy sigh I mirrored his position before tugging his hands away from his face and offering a reassuring smile, “Six hours, Q, that’s all I have left. Now are we going to spend it sitting around sulking or are we going to make them the best six hours anyone’s ever had?”

Brushing away the anguish and pain of the events to come Quinn smiled at me warmly and shot up, “Well since you’re so insistent…” he held out his hand for me to take, fingers twitching with his need to get moving and distract himself, and me, from my fate.

Arguments, Kings and Killers

Week 2:

Arguments, Kings and Killers

The enthusiasm that hits you head on when you enter Mr M’s classroom for Writer’s Guild never ceases to amaze me! There’s a certain pride I hold in taking part in such a vivacious and entertaining afternoon with my fellow writers and I hope they feel the same.

I’d like to give warm greetings to our latest members Jessica and Peter who didn’t let us down with their awesome writing skills and overall contribution to the afternoon.

Yesterday’s exercise provided a variety of obstacles whether in the form of arguments over story lines *cough* Andrew, Robert*cough* or putting aside the entertaining conversation to actually get some work done! We produced some amazing pieces for such a difficult exercise so snaps to everyone for the effort!

It isn’t easy to put yourself out there with your writing, never mind trying to mash it together with someone else’s to form a coherent whole but we did it! The task this week was to draw a random characteristic and create a character profile from it. After achieving this we were paired up and chose a random place in which our characters would have to interact with one another, each writer writing as their character. This produced a myriad of results from the humorous to the dark. Here are a few extracts (unchanged from their first drafts):

Peter(Athletic) – John /Mr M(Sporty) – Brad. Place: Lake

[John: I heard Brad’s faint voice calling my name, but something was wrong. His voice seemed to be getting louder. I looked up to see Brad plummeting towards me. I put my arms forward and caught him. “I told you I would catch you. Looks like my rugby training came into use!” I exclaimed, putting Brad back onto the ground.

Brad: I feel the weight of his body as i fall against him. The impact recalls the darkness and turmoil. “No, stop! Gooks!” I cry and fumble till i find John’s neck. My hands grip vice-like around the soft flesh and tighten. “Die you dog! Die!” I grip his throat until i feel him fall limp. ]

Motshabi(shy) – Alex/Jessica(Bubbly) – Nicole Place: Park

[Alex was sitting on the bench in the park. Surrounded by the sound of nature and the fragrance of the flowers infiltrating his nose. He was suddenly joined in his solitary confinement by Nicole.

“Hello.” Nicole said, sitting next to him on the bench. “What are you doing?” She had seen him sitting alone and wanted to change that.

He was surprised by her kindness and this made him reconsider his decision. Could he still proceed with the plan or would this meeting change everything?]

Andrew(calm) – Akira/Robert(humorous) – Joe. Place: School.

[Akira: What’s that in the sky?

Joe: a meteorite. OMG

Akira: Eh?

Joe: It’s going to hit the school.

Akira: So, I don’t like the school.

Joe: It’ll kill everyone.

Akira: I don’t like people.

Joe: Really. Well I’m going to push it away. 

Joe: I’m back. 

Akira: can’t believe you actually did it.

Joe: Well, I am a superhero.

Akira: You know, I could have just used my telekinesis to push that thing away. 

Joe: Why didn’t you? You don’t like justice?

Akira: Don’t really care about this justice and good thing. I could survive a meteor impact perfectly well.]

Diamonds and Depression


The first week of Writer’s Guild was a success, I’d say. Our small group managed to make an hour fly by with ease as we chatted and laughed and, best of all, came together to come up with some pretty darn awesome poetry! We each had to blindly pick an emotion and an object then write a short poem containing the words. Here’s my contribution with Diamonds and Depression:

Desert of Diamonds:

Perhaps there was a time,                                                                                                                                                         So long ago,                                                                                                                                                                                        When warmth would flush her                                                                                                                                      Cheeks, sweet innocence untouched.                                                                                                                            Perhaps.

No longer does the warmth                                                                                                                                               Linger.                                                                                                                                                                                                  Hazel eyes drown in that                                                                                                                                                          Desert of depression,                                                                                                                                                                     An impenetrable vault to                                                                                                                                                         Crush even the purest of diamonds.

Not too shabby for fifteen minutes!

Thank you to Robert and David – our surprise grade eights who braved a new activity and ended up making it even better -, Motshabi and Andrew for your eclectic humour and inability to stop talking!