This is a short story that I wrote when I was in about year 4, my work has got longer since then…

People are stupid or amazing or they’re both.

This particular piece is something I wrote while considering how I actually view the world( the environment) in which we live today.
It describes life as I have come to view it, not simply as a member of the general-public but also as a mother and wife.
It is infused with my own very personal feelings, whether they are anguish, disgust, fear or love.

Since the past few months my life has depended on randomness. If I am randomness, that means randomness is me.

My rant about Canadians.

A couple paragraphs of essay style writing on a made up topic citing made up info. Enjoy.

These little bits of information make sense.

They put all I try for to shame.

Try and talk to her…

Poem.