Turning Stories to Food

This Stories Turned Into Food? It was ‘Agatha All Along’.

Well, hello there again. Long time, no see, isn’t it? For that I can only sincerely apologize—especially to the rare people out there who were actually following this blog. You see what happened is—I threw myself too heavily into the murder of a woman that showed up just outside my town—in the woods (I live… Continue reading This Stories Turned Into Food? It was ‘Agatha All Along’.

TV/Film Reviews

‘Descendants: The Rise of Red’ Just Came Out. Let’s Review It! (Spoilers)

Well… that was definitely a thing that I watched.                         Okay, joking aside, was ‘Descendants: The Rise of Red’ the worst thing I’ve ever watched? Not even close. The core premise of the story actually had the potential to be—dare I say it—great—but similar to some other scenes in the Descendants franchise, it’s planning and… Continue reading ‘Descendants: The Rise of Red’ Just Came Out. Let’s Review It! (Spoilers)

Original Stories

The DGT: Divorced, Group Therapy (A Short Story)

Christina wasn’t trying to figure these things out for an actual purpose. She wasn’t a spy working undercover to find a thief. She wasn’t infiltrating a secret organisation. She was a stressed and worried woman who kept twisting her fingers together as if she was going to snap them off, trying to distract herself from the twisting happening in her stomach. So, trying to figure out if the woman opposite was in her early 30’s or late 20’s, even though she had very luminescent grey and white hair, was a good distraction from the feeling in her feet telling her to run as far away as possible.

Original Stories

The Character’s Strike (Back): Part 5

Rachel stopped writing to take a sip of her coffee. As she sipped she grimaced and stared down at the cup in her hand. It was cold? How long ago had she made this that it was already stone cold? How long had she been writing for? She found the key in her pocket and opened up the bottom draw of her desk, pulling out her phone and turning it on. It came to life and beeped at her with all her missed messages—the very reason she always locked it away when trying to write. She put checking them to one side and looked at the time. 2am? She’d been writing for over four hours? Well, no wonder her coffee was so cold.