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.

Society thrusts their chains onto the unspoilt

You are on a tight rope, do you get it? I really don’t think you do, Each cautiously placed step could be your last You better hope that rope sticks like glue. The choice was yours, at sixteen, Youth pulsing through your blood you were asked to choose, Body not finished growing mind still caged…

Deeply embedded wrinkles

You walk carelessly Each step a bouncing and heartfelt skip, That is until a pebble is unearthed Causing your form to trip. Adrenaline and youth surging You decide to push on, However, muscles start to strain But you are determined to see the red of the dawn. A storm of ice and fire hits Itching…

The mocking words of an exam paper

He walks in, calming breaths easing his nerves. The student follows his friends, stealing glances to see half smiles not quite reaching their eyes as they sit in the meticulous rows. The boy sits, he does not need to fear, he is ready for – “Well hello there clammy,” a mocking voice said. The boy looks…

A dog plus a sandy beach… what could go wrong?

Dog: Let me off the lead. Sarah: I don’t trust you, dog. Dog: Let me off the lead. Lucy: Don’t trust him… looks at those eyes, their eyes of a misbehaver. Dog: I’ll be good, let me off the lead. Rachel: Guys let him off! He will be good look at him! Rachel begins to snuggle…

A note carried by waves

A note carried by waves. The water shivers With the weight of the bottle, Surface bubbling Eager to throttle. A note carried by waves. Saltwater licking the glass Tounge savouring the taste, The sea swirls Currents beginning the chase. A note carried by waves. The storm begins to brew Ocean angry to read, Words fighting…

Creating a golem (a mage in training, part 12)

After a tedious day of studying and bowing to cocky teachers, Ash wanted nothing more than her bed, however, she had a golem to create.  She couldn’t leave it until the morning as her first lesson was Familiar Creation… and she knew, just knew, she wasn’t going to wake up until the last warning bell sounded….

All hail the baby artist!

“Oh isn’t that amazing,” Sal whispered. “Do you see the brush strokes? So fine and delicate except for here, right here, you can see that the artist has poured her anger into this one, giant stroke.” Jasper replied, using his hands to gesture at the painting. “Absolutely marvellous, this artist is a paragon!” Sal screamed,…

Was my university worth it?

So, after spending three years as a university student I wonder if it was worth it. I spend my first year living in a boiling student flat until I became a heated mess. Then, a spider infected accommodation where every creak of the floorboard sent me flailing into the air. Lastly, a mouldy house that…

A class of mocking mages (a mage in training, part 11)

Her limbs killed, a chorus of moans escaping her lips as she dragged her broken body out from the thin blanket. She cursed mornings, calling the sun a hateful creature as she dressed in her mage gear. Ignoring the growl from her belly, she left for her first lesson. “Little late, aren’t we Ash?” The…