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Tag: creative writing
#66 Thursday Thoughts: How Does Someone Best Support You When You Grieve?
Is it to hug you when you cry? To bring your person up in conversation? Or is it someone bringing you food or practically offering help to you that helps you?
Reality Revisited: Have You Any Dreams You’d Like To Sell?
But this is my world. Those were the cards I had been dealt. I have been living without my Mum for 14 months now. I have been doing okay.
On Vulnerability
Recently, I have been feeling a deep set loneliness encasing my heart, keeping her far from everyone else. Mother’s Day slowly appears in the future, and I begin to get afraid.
Potted and Buried: A Short Story on Grief By Evee
I drew upon all my knowledge of the winds, sky, temperature, soil, watering schedule, seasonal changes, and I could not think of what could be causing her sorrows.
Reality Revisited: Fool’s Gold (by Evee)
I’m a hoarder of moments, desperate to find gold in paper,
Something that I had missed before, like an echoing smile.
I walk in my loving, sweet Danse Macabre,
My fruitless attempt to make “treasure” worthwhile.
Our Stories
I remember getting excited that 27 people had viewed our words. Those 27 people will never know the inspiration that they invoked on me, as I leapt forward, encouraged to share my story, coping mechanisms and love for mum on my journey with grief.
As Told By Stella Raven #2
Today, for me Christmas is about having less, giving to others and indulging in things that bring comfort and joy.
As Told By You; December 2021
This month’s theme for December is “Winter Grief”. Christmas is a hard time of year for those who grieve. Winter can be a tough time for anyone as it is, and it can be made harder by the fact that Christmas is around the corner. With Christmas comes adverts filled with pressure and perfect families enjoying Christmas.
Reality Revisited: Insomnia
I would like a conversation, where we talk about life and living and what it all means. Maybe after, my brain will turn into liquid and drip into dreams.