Superstitions – Poem (SW#27)

Superstitions – Poem (SW#27)

Heyo Bookaholics! I needed to get this off of my chest! It's true, all of it. I have so many necklaces. I never used to care much about which one I wore, they all mean something to me anyway. The ones my boyfriend bought me, or the few I received on my various…
The Unique Blogger Award!

The Unique Blogger Award!

Heyo Bookaholics! I have been chosen! The lovely Rachel at Beach Bookworm Blog has kindly tagged me and some other lovely bloggers to answer three questions of her own creation. You can read the original post on her blog by clicking the link above. I am so grateful to have my blog recognised and…
Planned Conversations (SW#18) : Therapy

Planned Conversations (SW#18) : Therapy

Heyo Bookaholics! Some things cannot stay in my head... Therapy “So I’ve decided not to take the medication.” My therapist and I had just settled into our respective seats facing each other when I broke the news - if it is even 'news' at all. I’d been thinking on her proposal for two…
I Wasn’t Home Alone… (Short Story)

I Wasn’t Home Alone… (Short Story)

Heyo Bookaholics!

Unlike the last two StoryTimes, this story is not a true experience rather something that had sprouted from my wild imagination when I was actually home alone. This post is mostly inspired by YouTube storytellers such as LoeyLane and Hailey Reese who, with their stories are slowly eradicating my fear of the dark and the creatures within it, one story at a time. Their stories have given me the courage to write this story for you all today (even at 12am).



They had left me.

Finally I was home alone. I’d annoyed them so so much to let me stay home alone for the five days that they’d be gone, and they eventually relented; but now

Dissociation (Short Story)

Heyo Bookaholics!

It only happens for a brief moment, but I feel as if I’ve opened my eyes into a virtual reality. Everything is as I remember it and my day hasn’t seemed to change in the slightest; but it is as if I am looking through the eyes of another. Then I’m back.

The tingles up my back and arms lets me know that I’m in my own body again. Back looking through my own eyes, nothing seems amiss, though I do feel more comfortable than I had just moments ago.

I flip my hands over in front of my eyes; and yes these are my own hands, chipped nail polish and all.

I read on tumblr once that the feeling of dissociation is a symptom of

Uni + Writing Update

Heyo Bookaholics!

I feel like I haven’t spoken to you all in a while, so for today’s post I wanted to update you all on the happenings of my recently event filled life-outside-of-blogging.

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It has been a very eventful few weeks this past month and a half,  though I’ve managed to post fairly frequently and I am proud to say that I have completed yet another