Writing Journal 16/01/18

FWJ #9 Those deep and meaningfuls that always take you somewhere special.

Writing Journal 15/01/18

FWJ #8 '..Every tumble sounded like a blow from a heavyweight fighter, like it should be the last. But the underdog kept going, it's undercarriage visible every four seconds...'

Writing Journal 14/01/18

FWJ # 7 '...They were only half open and heavy, but her eyelids still made each blink seem effortless. She'd woken up late after the weirdest dream...'

Writing Journal 13/01/18

FWJ #6 '.. In the navy room, light from the street lamps frame the curtains, bursting orange and casting shadows across her limbs and curves...'

Writing Journal 12/01/18

FWJ #5 '..But in quiet moments his compulsion is not to count. In quiet moments he flicks the tips of each finger on his left hand, as fast as he can...'

Writing Journal 11/01/18

FWJ #4 '..A memory of light, and love, and happiness. But that light burned out a long time ago, taking the love with it, and slowly seeping out the happiness, pulling it down into its ash filled crater...'

Writing Journal 10/01/18

FWJ #3 '...I look like them but I feel more at home when the sidewalks are filled with a city's silence and dark pockets grow between street lamps and headlights...'