Writer's block is one of those mountains that every writer has to climb. Time and time again. Writer's block doesn't make you a bad writer, it makes you a normal one, in the same place as thousands of other people. But don't let writer's block just eat away at you and make you become stagnant because the longer you leave i... More..

For many years we've sailed on the open seas With winds high, hearts a breeze. For many years we've wandered across the lands Through fire, water and ever-changing sands. For many years we've loved whatever the cost And through these years we've fought, won and lost. For many years we've been born, lived and died. Life and... More..

Shortbread. Your mouth just starts watering at the word, doesn't it? Here is my mum's (and my) recipe for unbelievably simple, and unbelievably delicious shortbread. Ingredients: 3 oz caster sugar 6 oz softened butter or margarine 9 oz self-raising flour Method: Mix softened butter and sugar together. Add flo... More..

The dig is a technique that can save your volleyball game. If the ball is about to hit the floor it can be rescued with a dig and therefore, rescuing your team from the other side getting a point. The idea of the dig is to bring the ball back up into the air so it can be volleyed or slammed into the other teams court. It... More..

"How brightly shines the moon,"* Someone wrote that once, didn't they? Well, it shines so bright the sky can't contain it and it spatters it's dashes of light over the city Trickling through trees and dappling pathways Melting between the buildings and illuminating the shadows Dancing on the pavements and creating halos... More..

For Daddy, How cruel it was of you To leave me on my own You took a part of me away And the world's not the same as it was before. Colours aren't quite so rich, Music is now only mediocre, The once-beautiful painting is no longer art, Just a few splashes of dull colour. The once-amazing feat of architecture ... More..

I can't tell you I don't know why But they are coming, right out of my eyes. Drips of fear and toil and strife. Drips from all the trials in life. Maybe I'm a weight at the bottom of the sea Maybe I'm entangled and I just can't break free. My body, so heavy, I feel like a stone, My heart, so loving Yet I'... More..