beachside caravan park by Beth Phillips
ocean dances like the dirt bike on ridgacre road, lustful and longing and silent at noon. ocean pulls atContinue Reading
ocean dances like the dirt bike on ridgacre road, lustful and longing and silent at noon. ocean pulls atContinue Reading
Applying and understanding character archetypes to your writing is an important part of creating a story and being a writer.Continue Reading
Who hurt you? The bright sun or the harsh wind? Was it the people around you, Or the voices fromContinue Reading
‘Hope’ [Definition: a feeling of expectation and desire for a particular thing to happen.] Every week, Forever Endeavour isContinue Reading
The world does not want me, But if it were to understand me, It would know that to hate meContinue Reading
We sat at the table with clean plates the lamp flickered as though mourning Benjamin Franklin or taking the timeContinue Reading
“You really know how to make me cry, when you give me those ocean eyes” – Ocean Eyes, Billie EilishContinue Reading
Ceri’s shoulders tensed and she sucked in a sudden breath as a harsh pitter-patter of hot rain hammered down onContinue Reading







