British Award for Storytelling Excellence

barely stop myself twinkling at random people, friends who have claimed for years that I’m not really that fond of hugs have been stunned by my sudden love of cuddling them for the slightest reason, I’ve been remembering to tell people how much I appreciate them and generally been rather sweet recently, even if I…

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Tales of St Johns Wort…

I woke from a dream; a potent and distracting mix of jittery nerves, and dark fog like mist swirling through my head and fixing my body in a clay like position, frozen in sleep paralysis, not lifted ┬áby the dark heavy cumulus nimbus ominous outside my window, where I’d hoped for April sunshine. My dream…

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