Journal of Isla Loren March 20 Location: Upstairs hallway outside the second bedroom Weather: Dark, thick like ink sealing the windows Time: 11:14 p...
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Oh wow—this stopped me cold.
Posted on Sun, 25 May 2025
Oh wow—this stopped me cold.
What a beautiful, quietly powerful memory to share.. There’s something so tender about the way you described Paul’s tradition, slipping that £10 through the door like a small, steady light in the dark. And now...
Oh wow—thank you so much! Your comment honestly means more than I can say. I’ve been writing stories since before I was a teenager, but reading this made something click in a way I didn’t expect. I’ve wanted to try publishing again—but...
Thank you so much for your comment, Frances! It means a lot to me. The old couple did sell the house, yes, though it still feels like their presence lingers in a way. I’ve been toying with the idea of turning this into a novella, with several...
It’s such a sharp, poetic reflection of how the world is right now — how often we’re caught staring at screens while life, real life, happens around us.
Funny timing, too: just the other day, my son was...
This one really hit me. There’s something so tender and true in how it unfolds—like how hard things have been, how far they’ve come, and how even something as simple as sharing a meal can hold so much weight. Especially when you’re hurting but...
This is beautiful—so full of warmth and memory. The rhythm carries the voice like a stream, and I could feel the water, smell the peat, even hear the quiet hum of that old black kettle.
I really enjoyed this—your stream-of-consciousness style is so natural and relatable, it feels like sitting inside someone’s morning brainfog and just riding the current.
And your bit about the news? Spot on. I stopped watching it years...
Thanks so much, Tom! I’m really glad the spacing worked for you—I’ve been experimenting with rhythm and breath on the page, especially in pieces like this where the atmosphere creeps in slowly. It's also easier on the eyes, easier for the...
Oh wow—this stopped me cold.
Posted on Sun, 25 May 2025
Oh wow—this stopped me cold.
What a beautiful, quietly powerful memory to share.. There’s something so tender about the way you described Paul’s tradition, slipping that £10 through the door like a small, steady light in the dark. And now...
Read full commentPosted in In The Twinkling Of An Eye.
Oh wow—thank you so much!
Posted on Mon, 19 May 2025
Oh wow—thank you so much! Your comment honestly means more than I can say. I’ve been writing stories since before I was a teenager, but reading this made something click in a way I didn’t expect. I’ve wanted to try publishing again—but...
Read full commentPosted in Like Glass
Thank you so much for your
Posted on Wed, 21 May 2025
Thank you so much for your comment, Frances! It means a lot to me. The old couple did sell the house, yes, though it still feels like their presence lingers in a way. I’ve been toying with the idea of turning this into a novella, with several...
Read full commentPosted in Entry 1 — The Mug
This really made me pause.
Posted on Sun, 27 Apr 2025
This really made me pause.
It’s such a sharp, poetic reflection of how the world is right now — how often we’re caught staring at screens while life, real life, happens around us.
Funny timing, too: just the other day, my son was...
Read full commentPosted in Don't look up
This one really hit me. There
Posted on Sat, 17 May 2025
This one really hit me. There’s something so tender and true in how it unfolds—like how hard things have been, how far they’ve come, and how even something as simple as sharing a meal can hold so much weight. Especially when you’re hurting but...
Read full commentPosted in That's what my heart yearns for now
This is brilliant,
Posted on Wed, 28 May 2025
This is brilliant, congratulations on your well-earned cherries
Read full commentPosted in A Night Out on Castle Street
This is beautiful—so full of
Posted on Thu, 29 May 2025
This is beautiful—so full of warmth and memory. The rhythm carries the voice like a stream, and I could feel the water, smell the peat, even hear the quiet hum of that old black kettle.
“Toes we had then…”—what a tender, evocative...
Read full commentPosted in Tan Remembered Toes
Lovely imagery, evocative!
Posted on Wed, 28 May 2025
Lovely imagery, evocative!
Here’s hoping the netting does its job this year—those birds clearly knew a good thing when they saw it!
Posted in Tasty Harvest
I really enjoyed this—your
Posted on Wed, 28 May 2025
I really enjoyed this—your stream-of-consciousness style is so natural and relatable, it feels like sitting inside someone’s morning brainfog and just riding the current.
And your bit about the news? Spot on. I stopped watching it years...
Read full commentPosted in Blue Whale On A Bed Of Nails
Thanks so much, Tom! I’m
Posted on Tue, 27 May 2025
Thanks so much, Tom! I’m really glad the spacing worked for you—I’ve been experimenting with rhythm and breath on the page, especially in pieces like this where the atmosphere creeps in slowly. It's also easier on the eyes, easier for the...
Read full commentPosted in Out of Season
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