A peaceful retreat where two worlds meet, childhood memories of happiness and fun where the climate or calendar is irrelevant for some. Forces of nature whip the sand grains into memorising infinite shapes and patterns, which are interlaced with resilient beach grass, offering a welcome shelter and a haven of life in the otherwise arid surroundings.
Creative Writing Exercises
Hitting the Wall.
I consider myself incredibly lucky to be classed a creative person; only I must do more to look after this talent. It’s an ability that cannot always be taught, but what can be learned is how to channel it and maintain it.
To lose something most important.
To lose something most important, something so precious and close to you that would leave you completely devastated, abandoned and extremely vulnerable.
The Daily Commute
Graffiti covered carriages, packed full of passengers rattle loudly as they speed over the points, and race through the dark winding tunnels. Only exposed to light when briefly stopped at platforms for the seasoned travellers to change. Travellers packed in so tightly often likened to sardines in tins. The air is stuffy and tainted with dust and stale odours.