Dating in the millennial age is driving Jenna Payton crazy. All she wants to do is to meet Mr Right, and yet, all she seems to find herself doing is forever swiping left . They're just not what she's looking for. In her eyes, modern-day men and their attitude to romance was nothing but a … Continue reading My Vintage Boyfriend
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New Year’s Resolution
Death comes to us all. In the last 3 years, I have lost 3 cats and 1 friend to the Reaper's vengeful grip. In fact, it was only a month ago today that my little Louis passed away. Time may have gone by, but it still hurts me just as much to recollect. Spurred on … Continue reading New Year’s Resolution
Travel Saved My Life
"Back in the summer of 2018, I was seriously underwhelmed with my life. All odds in achieving something better seemed stacked against me and any effort in trying to change it felt utterly hopeless. Even filling up my world with exciting events didn't soothe the ache in my heart. But something inside me found strength. … Continue reading Travel Saved My Life
Parallel Portraits (Picture-Perfect 2)
*** SPOILER ALERT *** IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PICTURE-PERFECT IN FULL THEN YOU MAY WANT TO LOOK AWAY NOW BEFORE ITS SEQUEL GRIPS YOU TO A POINT OF NO RETURN!! Welcome back, Layla Griffiths. The delightfully dreamy painter who finally found love with fantasy writer, Benjamin Turner. After such a long journey, you'd think everything … Continue reading Parallel Portraits (Picture-Perfect 2)
How To Be Free
Today, I escaped reality. Feet threaded to the grass, I watched as the sky tied up the sunlight with blue and pink ribbons, carefully dotting the view above me with platinum jewels. The day had met its curtain call, and the fabric of time itself was stitched up in my watching. The breeze stroked my … Continue reading How To Be Free
A Poem for the Creative, A Message for the Hopeful and a Wish for the Future
The tear emerged shyly, hesitantly cascading her lid before it soared down her soft cheek It trailed, a journey steep and perilous, before it trembled her lips to which she'd speak: "I didn't want you to see me cry." Never sure if releasing her pain would result in a sigh or something to deny. True … Continue reading A Poem for the Creative, A Message for the Hopeful and a Wish for the Future