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Such A Fall 

Once upon a time, in a land far away, as far as you can think, a woman lives in a castle. I will tell you she was locked away from the world, and the events that put her in the tower. Let me take you to when she was sixteen years old, living in a kingdom of royalty. Her mother passed long after her birth, she was not an only child. She had an older brother and they lived with her father King Greg. He was a kind king, if you were a man, that is. After the death of his wife Queen Lorraine, he lost all care for women. He had maids and a nanny to raise his only daughter: Crystal. She was outcasted, she wasn’t allowed to sit with them at dinner, instead, she would eat with the maids. She didn’t mind, the women around her were kind and sweet. Her favourite nanny was Claire, a pale woman with blonde hair that she wore in a plait that hung over her shoulder, she was kind in her face and gentle at heart. Claire taught Crystal how to read and plait hair, and introduced her to drawing, a passion Crystal now holds dearly to her heart. This sixteen-year-old was very aware of her surroundings, the way men stopped talking whenever a woman entered the room. The way the king never met a woman’s eye, but his gaze would fall onto a woman’s breast.  

Crystal spent a lot of time in her bedroom as a child, a room that was absurdly pink. Her father thought it was fitting for a girl.  Between you and me, he did not have a clue. His daughter was not all rainbows and kittens, and why should she be? Her bed was a colossal double with pink silk sheets and satin pillows. The floor was a soft white carpet. Her dresser was mirrored huge and white; she used it as a desk to draw. As Crystal got older, she altered the room herself, in a fit of rage; after a fight with her brother Lewis, she cut her long pink curtains; they no longer sloped to the floor but abruptly and unevenly stopped at the window. She wished to alter her perfect pretty room, make it more like her. She refused to be what the kingdom expected of her. She could not act out more boldly; but at least in her little space, she could be all that she wanted to be. Everyone knew that Lewis was King Greg’s favourite child. The boy sought approval from his father, but the girl did not. Crystal was no Cinderella; she still had a huge home and expensive clothing. No daughter of the kings would look like a commoner, even if he did not particularly feel for her.

Crystal would spend hours reading in her huge bed, books scattered everywhere. Her shelves were filled with numerous volumes. Every corner of her room had at least three piles of books in each. Her favourite book was Alice in Wonderland. She too, dreamed of a place a world away from her own. She loved the female protagonist like a friend, and how she adored all of Alice’s adventures. On her walls were her own drawings of her favourite leading ladies: Jane Eyre, Jordan Baker, Miss Havisham and Alice. All these women were unique in the stories they belonged to.  In search of her adventure, she stumbled across her brother and father deep in a conversation.

“Are we agreed then that the young mistress will be married off?” the king said.

“And I’ll be next in line and she’ll be gone,” Lewis smirked.

 “Where am I going exactly?” she barged into the room

“It’s none of your business, now go along and play and let us men talk.” Lewis snorted.

“But it if concerns me, I ought to know!” She demanded.

“Claire come get this child,” King Greg huffed.

Claire came and gently took Crystal out of the room. Together they walked through the long dining room and into the kitchen. A place Claire knew they could not be heard. She sat the teenager down and pulled out a brush from her apron, brushing the princess’s hair to soothe her.

“What is going to happen to me?” Crystal pleaded.

“You’re going to be married, they are lining up suitors as we speak,” Claire told her with a grimace, this stunned Crystal for a second.

“I do not want to be married; I will not do it. Pushed away with a man to another kingdom. I cannot do it!” Crystal’s voice trembled.

“I do not think you have much of a choice, my dear, your father is looking for the best kingdom to get trade deals from, once he has decided you’ll be married and will leave the castle.” Claire held back her own tears.

For Crystal, this was the last straw. She held back her tears and tried to think of a plan. All she was to her father was a way of gaining possession. He did not care or love her. She hugged Claire tightly and ran up to her bedroom. Claire wanted to reassure her and tell her everything would be alright, but she was not sure that it would be. What would be the point in giving the girl false hope? Claire loved Crystal as if she were her own, but even she knew marriage was never going to be good for Crystal.  She let her go. Crystal stifled back a cry and sat on her bed thinking. This was when she decided she was never going to marry, especially someone she did not love.

Crystal packed lightly and quickly. The adventure she was about to set out on would be one of great difficulty. She changed from her dress to something more adventure-worthy. If she were to escape, she had to do it right.  In her backpack, she packed Alice, her drawing book and a pencil case. And a purse filled with gold coins, she didn’t get money often just on birthdays, but she saved it anyway until she needed it. That time had come, she hid the purse at the bottom of her bag and packed a few small items of clothing.

She wrote a note and held it in her pocket; as she made her way through the castle to Claire’s chamber. She left the note on her desk. It read:

 

Dear Claire,

I have to leave and take control of my own future. I hate to leave you in such haste, but my happiness should be in my own palms. I hope this does not cause you much trouble, but I will write to you.  I hope you can help me; I will keep in touch. I will miss you dearly.

Love Gem

 

She had read enough novels to know it is best to use a pen name when secretly corresponding. From days of wandering around the castle, Crystal learned it was Claire who fetched in the mail each morning. King Greg liked to see something attractive first thing in the morning. This worked in her favour, as she knew Claire would be able to intercept any of her letters without the King’s knowing.

Before Crystal left the castle, she grabbed snacks from the pantry. She left through the back towards the stable to collect her horse, Rose.  No one had ever told her that the horse once belonged to her mother, Queen Lorraine. The horse was black and beautiful. She was well kept and loved by all who met her.

Crystal had never travelled far from the palace, but she had been warned about going north; the royals were not cared for up that way. She decided that was the road she would take.  She’d attempt to blend in and make a new life for herself. She left for the north, through the back of the castle grounds, and through the woods. Crystal felt brave and ready for what the world had to offer her. She was not sure where exactly she was going, but she hoped she would know when she got there. She passed through villages and stopped for food, exchanging a gold coin for a feast built for one human and one horse. She sat under many trees with her food and a book. She gazed onto the villages. All of the little houses were white with wooden slacks. All the doors were black with silver knockers. It seemed like the type of place where everyone knew everyone, and they appeared to be getting along nicely as they carried on amongst their hustle and bustle, taking no notice of her. The north did not seem as bad as she had been told.

It had been about six hours since she fled the palace, and when she reached the fourth village, she was tired. She tried to find shelter, but it was difficult. No one wanted to talk to her. It did not feel very welcoming at all; the windows were bolted shut, and all the shutters were down. Not many people were around. Crystal had to make do and buy a tent from a street merchant. He was very wary of her and wanted to serve her as quickly as possible to get rid of her. She packed her tent and some food that she managed to haggle and rode into the forest.  The forest seemed darker than the one she had entered from the palace; the trees were wilder, and she did not feel familiar in this neck of the woods.  She found a spot of leaves; trees hovered above her, and she was not too far from the village. Enough no one would see her, she hoped, but close enough if trouble was lurking, she could reach the village, not that she was sure they would help her anyway. She was correct, even if she tried, they would have turned their backs on her. Rose lay by the tent as Crystal slept. It was the horse's heavy breathing that lulled the princess to sleep.

Rose was kicking the ground and making a lot of noise, which woke Crystal suddenly. There were roars of men coming toward them. Crystal jumped out of the tent. All she could see was fire and pitchforks coming toward them. The grunts were loud. Their boots crushing leaves echoed against the darkness. She stroked Rose to calm her, and then in a panic, she packed all her belongings and quickly rode away, leaving behind the tent.  The men got closer and faster. She did not know who or why these men were after her. She did not know that they were from the village. She was being watched earlier that day. She looked like trouble, and they did not want her near. Maybe they knew she was a daughter of the king, or perhaps the villagers did not take too kindly to a stranger that lurks around.

“Get the bitch,” a male voice growled. Several men grunted in response.

“Hurry Rose,” Crystal ushered.

Rose rode faster than she had ever before. Trees passed them in a blur. She was working against the wind, both eager to leave the forest. Crystal could not see anything around her in the darkness. They just kept going forward and not looking back. Even after they lost the men, they did not stop. If she had not acted so quickly, this would have been the end of her adventure. Sleeping was out of the question. They needed to find a safe space. They rode for hours. The forest seemed to go on forever. It wasn’t until they could hear the water flowing that they began to slow down.

The forest ended at a river; this was the perfect opportunity to stop. The sun was rising, and the pair needed to rest. The river flowed exquisite blue-coloured water, and little silver fish swam down it.  Crystal took out the rest of her food and fed Rose a couple of apples. They sat for a little while. There was more forest on the other side of the river. It looked different from the one they had just been in. The grass was emerald green. Flowers grow at the opening of the trees, inviting you in. Pretty violet colours and the trees were in the autumn season, yellow and brown. This was odd for Summer, but Crystal was eager to carry on exploring. Little did she know how different the other side of the river would be. She allowed Rose to rest. In the meantime, she washed her hands and face in the river. She knew no water like it. She felt a wave of confidence pass over her. Crystal packed up all of their belongings and helped Rose leap across the river.

They walked together through the forest; birds sang above them as they walked through. It was a pleasant morning; they came across bushes filled with berries and fruits. She bagged the goods ready for later, and they continued through. They walked for a couple of hours before coming across a little cottage. It was hidden behind huge trees. The little cottage looked abandoned. Vines grew up on the sides covering the walls, and the roof seemed to be made of leaves and wood. It reminded her of the one from Peter Pan, Wendy’s house. They stopped outside. Crystal knocked on the door, no answer. It was not locked. The door had words carved into it ‘Home for travellers, be kind while you pass through with this, she warily opened the door. No one was inside. It was a singular room. It was a sweet little room, a tree trunk for a sofa. A bed of leaves and the floor had what looked like a rug of flowers. Crystal decided this was where she was going to stay, her safe place.

It was her safe place, for a couple of days. She had quickly become comfortable and found a routine. Every morning she would take Rose for a ride and hunt for food. Every day they would adventure further up north. She made it past the forest, in a new direction in search of a village. Somewhere she could purchase some parchment to write to Claire. She eventually found a village; it was very small and called Village Mill.  Made up of two or three houses, all brown. There was one shop in the village. They sell everything you could ever need. From food to rope, it had its own petite mailing service. She purchased some bread along with her parchment and quill. She liked the village and was eager to see Claire. She missed her, and even in her cottage she would wake up from bad dreams and cry when Claire was nowhere to be found to soothe her hair and dry her tear-stained cheeks. Her heart ached for company, but she knew the price of freedom. Waves of loneliness would hit her from time to time, and she began to write to Claire:

Claire,

I am not far from a small village. I have found a home in the prettiest of forests in a little cottage. It is not unlike something out of a book you would find on my shelves back at the palace. It is simply lovely. I wish you could visit me. Or at least maybe send me some clothes and books. I will come back to this village to meet you in three days’ time. If I do not see you, I will check for the post from you. Village Mill is the place; I miss you dearly, Claire, but I do not miss home.

Love Gem

She closed and addressed the letter, excitedly, she went back to the little shop and sent it right away. She was eager to see a friend, if it was Claire or a character from one of her favourite books. Crystal believed Alice felt lonely without her other titles. She returned to her little cottage. She looked after Rose daily and enjoyed being amongst nature. During her time alone she learned more about herself and began to enjoy her freedom. They often went back to the pretty river to bath, and each time it felt more enchanted; that was Crystal’s favourite outing. She would sit close to the river and watch her reflection. Her skin was shining more, a light in her eyes appeared that was not there before. She was blossoming.

Three days had passed, and she excitedly rode into Village Mill. It was quiet, the place seemed to be shut. She left Rose by the wall and knocked on the door of the little shop. No answer. No one seemed to be around. She tried peeping through the window of the shop, and she could see someone inside. She tapped on the window

“Hey, can you open up please?” She asked politely, but she noticed the person seemed to be hiding behind a counter.

It was the sharp yelp that made her turn around, her horse slaughtered before her eyes. Blood gushed all over the stoned pavement. It did not take her long to notice the silver armour of the men, the king’s soldiers.  She sobbed and threw herself down with Rose. She was dragged, kicking and screaming. The soldiers locked her into a carriage enclosed with chains around her wrists.  With that, they took her back to the palace. She did not stop screaming in protest for the whole journey.

She was going to be in shock when she arrived back at the palace; the first person she asked for was Claire. None of the soldiers answered her. Instead, they dragged her to the king. They did not let go of her until they were in front of him, sitting at his throne. The room was silent. She sunk to the floor and her chains clanged against the hardwood. Soldiers guarded all of the exits in case she decided to try and flee again.

“Where is Claire?” Crystal sobbed.

“You have disgraced this family, running away like a child. You spoilt little brat,” King Greg spoke to her

“Where is Claire?” She ignored his comment. She did not care for the family.

“You slipped up, writing a letter to the palace, how did you think that would get past me?” His laugh bellowed.

He continued “Your mistake cost a life; I could not have a traitor living in my palace.”

Crystal sobbed loudly; a life lost because of a letter. She was furious and heartbroken, but all she could do was cry.

“I found your note, I hung her for it. She attempted to hide it from me, silly woman.” He was not even the slightest bit remorseful.

“Are you going to kill me like you killed her?” She shouted

“That would not look good on the family, not at all. No dear, I am going to stick to my original plan. I will wed you off, at least then I will not have to deal with you ever again. You can be another family’s problem.”

“No, I will not. I shall not. I would rather throw myself down the staircase. I will jump, I will try and leave again. You cannot make me; I will not marry.” She protested, and she meant every word. Her father refused to look at her.

“Fine, have it your way. You won’t see the light of day for as long as I live. Guards take her to the far west tower. Don’t stop along the way, lock her up and pass on strict instructions that she is never to leave the tower.”

With that demand, she was imprisoned by the guards once more. She was cuffed and blindfolded, and it took over a week to get her to the destination her father had in mind. Crystal was silenced, rope covering her mouth and hands. She sat silently, sobbing for the whole journey. They arrived at the tower. It was 100 feet tall and it reached the sky. She was asleep when they carried her up the thousands of steps. She was locked in a room. A room which had the necessities inside, a bed, a toilet and a bath. Even a desk. She was not the only person in the tower. An anonymous person lived there, too. They never saw one another, but that person’s job was to put food through the hatch of the door and leave again. Once a week a delivery would come for her during the night. Things from her room would slowly be transported to her. Her father wanted all the signs of her gone from the palace. She was never awake for these deliveries; they just appeared in her room through the hatch week in and week out.

As the years passed by, she grew older, and her books were all returned to her. Notebooks which she filled with drawings and poetry. She no longer drew the women in her novels, as she did as a child, rather, she drew all the places she had ever visited. Even places that she had dreamed of. She stopped feeling sorry for herself after the first year of being trapped in the tower. At least she was not in an unwanted marriage. In her little tower, she had one window. It was in an arched shape. She could not see much, just the tops of trees that would go for miles.

It was the day of her twenty-first birthday when she was freed. It was not an easy day, nor did she do it on her own. In fact, she spent the day drawing, unknowingly waiting to be rescued. A week before the princesses' birthday, when a knight was passing through King Gregg’s kingdom. The knight observed the lack of princesses in the kingdom. Rumours had run through the villages that she had been banished. Some said they even killed her. People outside of the kingdom did not know for certain. The knight asked around, finding Prince Lewis in the courtyard of the palace.

“What do you want with the princess? You’ll never find her.”

This knight was like no other, silent and deadly, and not from this kingdom, but from one that was thousands of miles away.  The prince was determined to kill, and the knight did not back down. Swords clashed, and they moved viciously. They swiftly blocked the sneaky stabs. I will let you know the Prince does not fight fair, but cheating did not help him this time. He was quite shocked when the knight’s sword slashed his arm off with one swift movement. The Prince was on the floor crying when the knight stood over him. Foot on his chest, pressing a sword to his throat.

“The tower, far west, past forests. It will take a week, keep going west.” He folded, the knight did not show mercy and killed him.

On a white horse, the knight set out for the princess. Showing no mercy to the King’s soldiers, the knight travelled to the far west. Nothing could get in the way. No wolves, no man. It was the sound of armour clinking that disturbed the princess’s nap. She looked out of her arched window to see the white horse, but no rider. She stood in the middle of her room, waiting for the door to swing open. She was exhilarated, she had not spoken to another person in years.

The huge door swung off its hinges; wood flew everywhere. In came the knight dried blood-covered from battle but standing proudly at the top of the tower. The knight looked around the room, noticing the drawings and books, the beautiful pictures that hung around the stone room. Nothing as beautiful as the princess that stood to stare, the knight was here to rescue the princess.

“Hey, are you here to save me or slay me?” Crystal stepped forward

The knight laughed a sweet and wholesome laugh before removing the helmet. She swayed her hair free, and her emerald eyes beamed at Crystal.

“I am here to save you if you’ll let me?” She was charming

“Indeed, I have never seen a knight so beautiful.”

“Nor I a princess.”  Her smile was contagious

“Fair knight, what is your name? How can I thank you?”

“My lady, how rude of me. I am Knight Bree, from far North. I shall take you from here,” Bree swooped Crystal off her feed. Crystal was giddy with lust.

“And I shall be yours?” Crystal gazed into Bree’s eyes.

“Mine, and I yours.”

Together they left the tower. Crystal was not sad about leaving all of her belongings. Not like she once was; it was different this time. She was ready for a new life, one with Bree. Before their departure to the north Crystal asked if she could stop by the palace, Bree agreed, as long as Crystal would allow her to keep her safe. Together they reached the palace. It was the day of her brother’s funeral. They stood hidden at the far back of the palace, and listened to King’s speech:

“I have lost my beloved son Lewis, a tragic death that breaks my heart. I am getting old with age and need an heir to my throne. A week from today,  I will be bringing my daughter back to the palace to live with me. I have done her wrong, and I should hope she will forgive me. There is no one left after her, no one to carry on our family name. I should not have been so selfish. Rest in Peace, my son, gone too soon. We will be re-joined as a family soon enough.”

Crystal let out a sigh.

“Do you want to stay? You could be queen.” Bree took Crystal in her arms

“No, we will leave. I have all I need right in front of me.”

Crystal pressed her soft lips against Bree's lips. They shared a passionate kiss before they set off.  She had only read about love at first sight in her books, and now she had her soul mate. They continued to travel up north, unbothered, and they began a happy life together. A life of freedom and love. Crystal denounced her royalty. Bree gave up her knighthood. In a big house filled with books and art, that is where you will find the ex-knight and the ex-princess. And they lived happily ever after. The end.

 

Such a Fall - Original Fairytale by Lauren McDonald

Tuesday, 12 January 2021

In celebration of father's day, I thought it would be cool to celebrate some of the best fathers in literature! I’ve spent the day with my own father, which has been wonderful! A little appreciation photo of us to the side! Thanks for being amazing dad!!


Today, I couldn’t help but think of the cool dads that I have met in the books I’ve read.
Arthur Weasley, one of my favourite fictional fathers! Arthur belongs to the Harry Potter series. He is such a loving dad with an exquisite mind. One of my favourite things about this wonderful man is he is a dad to all of the golden trio. Not just his own flesh and blood but Harry too, he didn’t think twice about protecting him. Arthur, this one is for you. Being a decent bloke to all!
Atticus Finch, from Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird. A very wise man in the literature world, I particularly like his quote from the novel “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view - until you climb into his skin and walk around in it” the whole novel is smashing but Atticus is a marvellous father figure.
Sometimes you can have a man in your life that isn't exactly your father by blood but is as good as. A perfect example of this Joe Gargery from Dicken's Great Expectations. Joe is such a loving man towards Pip, he is the father Pip never had. He loves Pip even when he is acting out of character, he bails him out and loves him as his own. Joe is such a lovely character, he truly deserves the best. This one is for the non-biological dads.
Another example of men who step up is Uncle Ben from the much loved Spiderman comics and films. Uncle Ben cares a lot about Peter and would go to the world's end for him. His death is a tragic one which I cry at every single time.
There are many fictional father figures, these are just a few of my favourites! Do you know and love any that you think should make the list?

Fictional Father Figures

Sunday, 21 June 2020

As of a couple of days ago, I handed in my last bit of Uni work, and I have now finished my degree! Three emotional years, it’s been such a wild ride. For the past three years, I have been studying English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Brighton.  I have learned so much in the space of three years, things about my degree and many things about myself. I have met so many amazing people, new friends and I have experienced so many new things. University has been the best time of my life so far, granted it has not been easy. At times I just wanted to give up, sometimes I felt like I would rather be anywhere else. The friends I had made in Brighton have really kept me going, and have quite frankly kept me sane.  From Maccies drives with my number one to Ramen nights' with a housemate. Everyone I have met has really contributed to my time in Brighton. There has been a lot of laughter and a lot of tears. Yesterday, I celebrated with a small get-together (following lockdown rules) and popped a few bottles of champagne. I never had champagne before and can confirm it does not taste so great, two bottles almost to myself did get me a little tipsy. It was a lovely celebration with family when it all calmed down and I had a moment to myself I felt emotional. It finally hit me that I have achieved something so great and now it is all over. I am sad that we could not end the year with a massive celebration due to Covid-19 but we will all see each other again at our graduation ceremony in February.  A chapter of my life has ended and now it is time for my next adventure, a new chapter awaits me!

Class of 2020

Sunday, 14 June 2020

Last Sunday I went out for my daily exercise and found myself snapping away at nature with the camera. The usually busy streets empty. Busy with blossoms and nature showing her true colours.  I set out with a book in my pocket and my soul in need of revival. Lockdown hasn’t been easy if I’m honest I’ve found it hard.  I needed a break. It wasn't far from home, but it was enough. I explored nature and fell in love with photography again.
I took a book out with me, I usually take a notebook but I have been trying to read more recently. I have been buying new books to be delivered and they have been contributing to my dissertation as well as my personal reading. I am trying to use books to go places if that makes sense?
The world is in a bizarre moment and sometimes it is difficult to understand and feel okay. These times are not normal so trying to make a normal can be challenging. Everyone is using this time for themselves and doing different things, myself I have been trying to take comfort in my books. Majority of which is in my student house and I could only bring dissertation books back home with me. With good old Amazon, kindle and audiobooks I have been trying to keep up with reading. I am working on some book reviews too, which I am excited to show you. Books have been the thing I am clinging to during this pandemic. What have you been doing to cope? If you're not coping so well please reach out.

Books and Blossoms

Tuesday, 28 April 2020

Hello!
It has been a little while since my last post, I want to talk about reading and the books I want to read this year. I have been using Good Reads for a couple of years now to track the books I have been reading. To be honest, I have never completed my Good Reads goal, and that I find quite disappointed in myself. I asked my sibling to pick a number and she picked 44, that will be my reading goal for the year.
I know it is a high number but I have some really good books lined up to read, between Christmas and now I have accumulated 13 new books. Alongside reading more I want to make my Instagram more bookish, and just more. I have been neglecting the blog and my YouTube channel so I am trying to be more active. I love blogging and reading, I just haven't been able to find the time.
My current plan is to read before sleeping at night, but also listening to audiobooks when I am doing things so like bathing or cleaning. This way it means I can read two books at once but also get things done. This year I want to be posting more book reviews over here, I love reading and I love talking about books. It is an opportunity to share the books I have been reading and spark discussions. I love finishing a book and getting the chance to chat about it.  I think this year I will be keeping my blog purely bookish and writing-related. This means the blog can be more niche and I can control it better but also reach a more targeted audience. I feel like this space has been a bit messy and I feel like I can write better if I know what I am writing, if that makes sense? I will be posting monthly updates on how my reading goal is but also a rating of all the books I have read that month. I am aiming to post at least 1 review a week but we will see how that goes. The first book of the year I am reading is Truman Capote's Breakfast at Tiffany's. The audiobook I am currently listening to is Oscar's Wilde's A Woman of No Importance
This was just a little blog update, first one of 2020 and I hope you all had a lovely festive period! What book are you starting off the year with?

44

Sunday, 12 January 2020

Hello!
I have recently noticed the influx of readers on my blog, and I am so happy to see my words are travelling further than I had ever imagined! I have received more comments in recent months, and people asking for ways to contact me. I have put my email address in the sidebar but I thought I'd made a post to also share all my social media platforms, so you guys can reach out to me. I do reply quite quickly depending the time of day you message!

My business email address: myheartiwrite@gmail.com
My Instagram: WritingMyHeart
My Twitter: Lilmiss_lauren
My YouTube Channel: GeordieSimmer

I am so grateful for every reader, and it makes me happy seeing so many lovely comments. I am starting to get back into a routine posting back on the blog twice a week: Saturday & Wednesday. Click over into the sidebar to follow the blog and subscribe to email notifications for when I update! Thank you for reading, and I'll see you on Wednesday with a fresh new post!  

Where to find me

Saturday, 9 November 2019

It's been a hot minute since my last post, I haven't been writing as much as I'd like to. I am aiming for weekly posts again!

Artificial

Wednesday, 25 September 2019

Summer is coming to an end, and I couldn't be happier!
It means I only have a couple weeks left of working full-time, and University starts again. Summer has been long, I spent most of the Summer working  which lead to lots of time at the pub. I haven't been as creative as I would have liked to be, working sucks the life out of you. I did get a few books read, and I started my Sims YouTube channel - this  is still very productive and I am super proud! Summer was the start of  a new creative outlet.
Pumpkin Spice Lattes' are back and those autumnal feels are hitting me in every direction. Conkers falling from the trees leaves on the floor and the weather is getting colder. Autumn is heading our way and I am ready to snuggle in jumpers watching Hocus Pocus.
This will be my final year in Brighton, this time next year I will be in a whole new city. One year to make the most of this seaside town. I am more than ready for a new adventure.

Hello September > Hello Autumn

Sunday, 1 September 2019

If you wish to see more of my poetry, I do post some over on my Instagram page: @WritingMyHeart

03.05.2019

Sunday, 23 June 2019

I use all my own images, I’m so lucky to live in a pretty seaside town like Brighton!

Rainbow

Friday, 14 June 2019


On the 24th of May, I went to see the show Wicked in London. WHAT AN EXPERIENCE!!

It was the first time I had ever seen the show, first time I have seen anything on the west end really- hopefully not the last. I went with my best friend from University,  and we were celebrating finishing the second year. 
The end of a challenging year, but also the last year of living together. She has been one of my wonderful housemates for two years, and I am saddened that the third year will be different. 


We explored London a little more too, we will hopefully be seeing more shows together in the next year or so! Next on the list is Hamilton!

We went for a Nandos, naturally, and just had a blast. After the show we both bought merch, she a T-shirt and I bought a globe that sings and lights up. Before the show I bought a slush with vodka in, it was a tad bit of a disaster as the straw was broke so I just ended up chugging it from the long plastic container- awkward.

The show was stunning, I loved every aspect of it. I live for musicals and this one was just insane!! I will 100% be seeing it again!

What was the last show you went to see?


Wicked!

I submitted my final deadline, of my second year at University, approximately a week or so ago.
What a relief! I did an end of year post last year and its only natural I had to this year too! I hold my hands up to this, but damn has this year been hard. Nothing on the first year of Uni. Sorry to scare all you first years out there, please enjoy first year whilst you can.
Something weird has happened this year, not entirely sure what though. I have worked 100% harder like I have put so much more effort into my work but I cannot help but feel I haven't got my shit together. I keep leaving everything to last minute, which I didn't really do last year, and it is driving me insane.
 Realistically, I know it doesn't help working whilst doing my degree but a girl has got to do what a girl has got to do. I finished the second year, I suppose that counts for something. I want to wish for a better third year, and tell you I'll get my shit together over Summer, but will I? I will try but I know I'll be just as stressed this time next year.
That aside, we have to celebrate getting through it. I am super proud of all my fellow students and friends, you guys are amazing. I hope we all have the well-deserved Summer we need!
A week into summer, and I have no clue what to do with my time. It's weird not feeling guilty about doing things, I am so used to that nagging feeling in the back of my head telling me to do work. I am currently on a two-week break from work too, I am visiting home and enjoying long baths again and naps. Oh, the naps! 
I joined the gym too, a good way to kick off Summer. I am writing this whilst a bath is running, I am using the most gorgeous yellow bath bomb. I have been using quite a few bath bombs whilst being home, I might do a blog post rating and recommending some. 
I am not sure what I am going to do when I am not working over Summer so I have created a Summer goals list, something to complete and work towards and make sure I don't just waste Summer.
Summer goals:

  • Read at least 15 books
  • Socialise more (this is important because I have a habit of playing sims all day)
  • Gym 3-4 times a week
  • Cook more (pot noodles don't count)
  • Finish Glee
  • Finish writing memoir
I didn't want to set too many, but I feel like I have created a chilled list. Nothing in the list is unrealistic, it includes everything I enjoy doing. I am really looking forward to spending my first Summer in Brighton. I am hoping to start reading the books for the third year, but we will see...
What are some of your Summer goals?

2/3

Thursday, 6 June 2019

This piece was created a about a week or so ago, during the Creative Writing society at university, made up of several different tweets that we were given. We were asked to create a poem inspired by/using the tweets. I came up with this piece, every word is taken from the tweets!

The kindest words I’ll ever know are:
Bullshit. 
I don’t follow- 
God’s rules. 
Lying as a society,  
We are all just looking for our:
Addictive Substance.
Everything I write makes me cry, 
On my knees, being annoying. 
Watch as I dive in the deep end.
Man, I love u. 
Man, Antichrist, creature. 
Runaway, I’m... so tired. 

Tweet Poem

Sunday, 24 March 2019

I have lived in Brighton for over a year now, and sometimes I forget just what a beautiful city it is. Life gets on top of me and I feel trapped, and all it takes it to resee the city. Venture out and find beautiful things.

A couple of weeks ago I explored The Laines with my friend Nina, she has her own blog go check it out

(www.nouw.com/niinahirvonen) and I fell back in love with Brighton. After having a coffee in The Laines we went and explored Snoopers Paradise. A place that holds the most bizarre things. The weather was crap but that Brighton vibe was buzzing through the streets, there is something about this seaside town that can just uplift you.
I really enjoyed messing around and taking all sorts of photographs. There were so many interesting things, from all kinds of sunglasses to old photographs and toys from many years ago. Here are the photos I had taken.
This is one of my favourite photos, I love the compass necklace and the dress. I used a filter to make it dark and brings out the red, I feel like I will definitely be writing poetry inspired by this photo.

 I am not sure what I love the most about this photo, the necklace or the old style books below the stand. Snooper's paradise is so aesthetically pleasing, there is something new and cool in every nook and cranny.



I adore this photo because of the serious Alice feels. You can only see a singular page in this photo but along the wall hands pages from Alice in Wonderland. This huge piece hands over the stairs and it is just stunning.

From this little trip in Brighton I learned that your soul needs freedom, take a day out of mundane things and explore. Enjoy life for what it is, I think we all need that reminder from time to time.

I will be posting some of my own writing, poetry and prose in the next couple of weeks. Inspired by some of these photos as well as other mediums. I cannot wait for you guys to see some of the things I have been working on.

We are back to updating regularly, I know I was awol for a while but I have been planning blog posts and basically getting my shit together! Thank you for reading.


A question I want you to think about, what makes your soul happy?

Snoopers Paradise

Tuesday, 19 March 2019

A post about chocolate? Shocker.  I’ve never used to be a white chocolate fan, I’ve always been a basic milk chocolate kind of girl! Until... recent months there’s been a craze of ‘limited edition’ chocolate, Twix and Snickers having white chocolate versions. I have to say, I am a changed woman! In the past week or so I’ve discovered they Costa have been doing a ‘Limited Edition’ hot chocolate... you have guessed it. White hot chocolate. 



I’ve never really enjoyed hot chocolate, with the exception of galaxy and homemade but I never willingly went out and bought hot chooclate from coffee places. I usually find hot chocolate quite heavy on the stomach and quite sickly. Now this is not the case with this new hot chocolate. I believe the hot chocolate will be continued until May, highkey hoping it will stay forever. 
This hot chocolate, it isn’t thick or too sweet! I would recommend you grab one before they are discontinued. White chocolate is my recent discovery, what is yours?

White Chocolate Craze

Sunday, 17 March 2019

I have been playing lots of Sims lately, I have been working on one house for my generation family. Naturally,  I keep tweaking it and changing things around. There are certain parts of the house that I am so inlove with. The house first started basic, for one Sim.


My favourite part of the lot is the Greenhouse I created, infact it may be the best thing I have ever made. The Greenhouse was added in the second generation of my family, one of the twin brothers got into gardening.


I really enjoyed creating this build, I think it is important you create new things when you are working through generations so you don't get bored. Here is come closeups of inside the Greenhouse.




Another favourite part of this house is the little 'inspiration' room I call it. The room where my first sim created her fortune through writing books. I like this room a lot, it's very colourful. It has everything you need to become a bestselling writer and even an internet sensation. I really enjoy decoarating desks, I don't know why but it is my favourite part of building.


Here is a few of my favourite corners of the house, some parts I am still working on so really I am showing you the best bits. I have not used cheats to gain money or to change relationships. I do use the cheat where you can go back into CAS so I can edit new sims clothes but that is about it.






Above is a picture of the front garden, I usually fill this with Sharks. It sounds harsh but I use it to kill townies, like when my Sims marry outsiders I end up getting bored of the townies, so I basically use them to help create babies and kill them off. Harsh but a girls' gotta do what a girls' gotta do.
I never really concentrate on the kids room so I decided to give it ago. I really liked how this one turned on.

This is the room of my lesbian's Sim (third generation) adopted child. I feel like the more packs I buy the more I enjoy building.
As the generations have been going on, I am onto the fourth, I have decided to change the living area as well as the kitchen. I think my favourite stuff pack has to be Vintage Glamour Stuff, I just love everything about it, as you can see by my Gatsby/Jazz inspired living area.


I bought the Romantic Garden Stuff pack, mainly because it was on offer for Valentines day. I decided to try and create a beautiful garden. I also created  a little graveyard, I wanted a place where  I could keep my generations. I don't let them be ghosts, just because I find it  a little weird. Naturally, as I play more the graveyard will expand.


I really want to create a Sims youtube account, but I am not sure if I should. What are your thoughts? Thank you for reading, and below is a picture of the outside lot. This house was originally Cool Cabana. 

New Builds (March 2019)

Tuesday, 5 March 2019