The Square room pt2

“The light’s flickering again,” said ‘Darhlinnng’, running her orange gel nails through the obviously dyed, bright blonde strands of her hair. Donald appeared from behind the fusebox, his eyebrows knitted together. They were too dark for his face really, compared with his dirty yellow mop, but she knew he didn’t dye them. He wouldn’t even let … More The Square room pt2

The Writer’s Arena

I’ve always loved writing. Even when I was small (well smaller, I’m still pretty tiny) and I used to draw comics about heroic hamsters (erm…yeah), I used to love coming up with my rodent ‘tails’ of daring deeds and adventure. Why hamsters? Well, I had a couple of them growing up and you’ve got to start somewhere, right? Anyway, I digress. … More The Writer’s Arena