This is a short story I have been working on for a few weeks. I’ve drafted different versions, and after some extensive proofreading and editing, this is the one I considered the best candidate to be posted.

Based on 1984 by George Orwell.

This is a new poem I wrote yesterday after alost a year without writing poetry.

Charlie dreams of becoming a great hero and having fantastic adventures. He gets everything he wishes for when he finds himself stranded in the magical Wingle forest; he is transformed into a powerful knight and discovers the legendary race of elves who live in a city in the treetops. Unfortunately, all of this comes with a price, Charlie can remember nothing of his past life as a child and he begins to realise that grown-up adventures are not nearly as much fun as the imagined adventures of children.

A song about a missed opportunity and the bitter taste of regret. See what you think.

Hero…

A little guidance goes a long way.

A blood story.

Radical, unimaginable…and caged.

Is there anyone who is not longing for freedom?

A new story idea and I’m interested in knowing how you would write it?