I’m Almost Not Sixteen

I think I might just be having half of a quarter life crisis.  So, you know, John Green and his "unrealistic, way too mature teenage" characters (yes, the presence of the double quotes indicate Chandler levels of sarcasm) and their incredibly mature discussions about life and shit? Yeah, teenagers actually talk about that stuff at… Continue reading I’m Almost Not Sixteen


The Art of Hoarding

"Beta, that's literally just a page with doodles on it- of course I threw it away." You know what? No. That's not just a piece of paper with doodles on it because it has memories imprinted on it. What you see when you look at it: Miscellaneous crap. What I feel when I look at… Continue reading The Art of Hoarding

Secrets and Shadows

Amelia Jane Foster could hear her heart beat against her chest as she made her way up to the Witness Box of the courtroom. Thud, thud. Her best friend, Iris, stood on the platform across from her. Iris, with her soft brown hair and green eyes. Iris, with her billowing laugh and sweet voice. Iris,… Continue reading Secrets and Shadows

Stolen Hearts

Halloween Short Story-  Written By: Audrey Francis-Plante, Christy Morley, Brittany Redd, Nimika Bhatnagar. *** *** Things started to get really interesting after I died.          There was pain. Pressing into my heart like a bed of thorns, but only briefly. Then I was in the middle of the woods, with the sun setting behind the trees.… Continue reading Stolen Hearts

Blogger Recognition Award

I have been nominated for the Blogger Recognition Award by the amazing, talented and the sweetest Audrey from audreywritesabroad (CHECK out her blog, it's full of books, places, travelling and creative writing- I'm a fan!). Thank you so much for nominating me. THE RULES: 1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their… Continue reading Blogger Recognition Award

Audio Diary, 2025: Dark Days

THURSDAY, 16th JULY, 2025. 2:45 PM. *Static* *Gasps of heavy breathing.* *Pounding footsteps.* Audio: “Day 1. I’m currently hiding in the cupboard in the attic from my captors. If my body be found here, know that it was my captors who killed me, not the heat. The heat is stifling and I’m sweating profusely. I’m,… Continue reading Audio Diary, 2025: Dark Days