A land of the unthinkable

Believe it and it will become.
Breath and life shall thrive.

Create a space where anything can happen, from the unthinkable to an unrelenting beauty of fantasy.

The attack of the seagulls

Here come the tourists Crowding our streets, Giant, slow walking mobs Looking for empty seats. Here come the tourists Hands grasping at their food, Flicking bits out to the gulls Who don’t know gratitude. Here come the tourists The gulls swooping down, Seagulls attacking with ease Children’s​ faces begin to frown. Here come the tourists…

Do not touch a students pile of dishes

“Anna shall I wash yours up too?” Kim bellowed from the kitchen. “My what?” Anna screamed back. “I’m doing the dishes!” Kim heard a large thud as if her flatmate had fallen out of her bed still wrapped in her duvet, then, a rustling as she belted it down the stairs. “No!” Anna screamed, messy hair…

The wafting smell of baked goods

“Just leave it on the side Cas,” her husband said. “Okay, do you think it’s high enough out of reach?” Cas replied, placing the warm cookies on the counter. “There is no way she can reach that high,” Jack replied as the two moved into the lounge to finish their movie. Sammy smelt something delicious,…

Can’t handle the spice?

“What is the lowest spice you can do?” She asks, puppy eyes locking with the waiters own. “I can do a one, it will be the minimum spice but still keep the flavour,” he responds. She sighs, agreeing yet knowing the outcome already.  Later, the food arrives. She takes a large spoon from the collection…

A rebellious​ student

Sally could feel it, the silence in that air crackling with energy. Sally could taste it, the conflict in the room creating a sizzling burn that layered her lips, she licked the chapped corners. “Sally, you know the rule,” Miss Winston bellowed, her voice scratching at Sally’s raw ears that had already endured countless hours…

Years pinched into dust

The carousel spins. Shaking you choose a mighty stallion Small hands bunching into his mane, You cling to the beast as time starts to churn Refusing to budge yet it is all in vein. The carousel spins. Years pass and tiny hands turn into mighty claws Outgrowing your beast the stallion trembles, Your claws are…

Her lips

He is staring at me, Samy thought, as she watched her blind date gawk at her. “So, your name is Tom?” She asked, hoping that his creepiness was just some pre date jitters. “Ye-yeah,” he stuttered, eyes still transfixed on her lips. “What do you do?” She asked. He ignored her question, still staring unbashful…

Do pj’s class as casual?

A buzzing from my phone. You coming tonight? Crap, I cringe in the realisation that I forgot about the meetup. Before I can scramble an excuse my phone beeps again. You forgot, didn’t you? I’ll give you 20 mins then I’m picking you up. Double crap. I text back furiously, fingers moving so fast they…

History is torn​ by fog

Youth was full of fun and games The road a path my small hands made, The clock spins and time moves on Days of fun now beginning​ to fade. With each step across this crumbling bridge I fear I will slip, Falling through my mind’s maze Wondering what caused the trip. Sky is fogged and…