Helpless

The faint hum of traffic is heard off in the background. A reminder of the hustle and bustle that sits just outside everyone’s front door. As I sit in my park I observe the suburban activity. An old lady pushing a cart, dogs chasing after balls, and a trickling stream of tradesmen driving off to…

An Old Poem

I thought I’d do something a little different today. Recently I was cleaning out my room when I found a poem I had written almost a year ago. I’d like to share it with you, I hope you enjoy it. The eyes, they say, are the gateway to the soul. They are the beholders of…

Submission for a Short Story Competition

Below is my submission for a school short story competition. I will update this post with the result when I find it out, but until then I am leaving it here for you to read and leave feedback. Enjoy     I had planned for a day out with my old friend Caroline. We were…