Gaia shuddered. That video was not her brand, she knew it was a misleading over-generalisation, her initial core audience knew that too, and yet she had sold her values for the sake of what? An ego-driven covert mysoginist who was obsessed with creating controversial divisive content in order to sensationalise and create chaos to fill her greedy pockets? Gaia thought back to all the champagne filled evenings, flashbacks of Annabelle's wide eyed laughter, as though she was driven by substances, and all the promises (which had yet to materialise) made to her.
That Eureka Moment
The nothingness of the dark appears unusually comforting.
She smiles eerily.
A ghostly moment which if captured on footage, would send piercing shivers down the spine of the observer.
Introducing Beatrice
Beatrice’s head was ringing; she looked visibly tired and felt a heavy fatigue. The thumping becoming increasingly louder and disorientating. She tried to position herself on the sofa in the lounge, but this seemingly easy task had at this moment become quite a challenge, she felt extremely light headed. Beatrice held her hand back, hoping… Continue reading Introducing Beatrice
The Fictional Diary of A Hopeless Romantic Part 2
I smile at myself. Sarcastically of course, the resemblance to that of a deranged psychopath is uncanny. At this moment, I can feel an overwhelming itch to kill. If I'm that disposable, surely two can play at the same game right? There is a void within me that needs to be filled. Murder seems plausible, deserved even. Did somebody say justice?
The Fictional Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic
I intently stare at my tear streamed face in the mirror and as though in a trance, transport myself to fifteen years ago; standing at this exact spot. ** I feel nostalgic as I stand behind my younger self, longingly gazing at my optimistic and enthusiastic 11 year old persona: "I can't wait to be… Continue reading The Fictional Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic