The short life of Starlet Fey

My name is Starlet Fey, and I was born on the 14th of February, 1921. I was nineteen at the time, kind of cute – if a little chubby. But I could sing, and London loved me. My lineage was forgettable, and my family on the edges of middle class, though I had my Irish…

Does anyone remember George?

Well, do you? I know I remember him. I’ve been wanting to get a new story out for a while now, but since the competition excitement and book drama took up so much of my time over the last few weeks (If you missed it, you can follow/ catch up here), it’s only now I’ve had the ability…

The crawling darkness

This is an old one. A poem wrote many dark nights ago (okay, years ago) and just for fun I thought it may like to see the light of day. Notably, it’s a darker take on a line by Wordsworth, inspired in the first line I use.   The crawling darkness. JR Manawa. darkness falling from…

The Festival. Night three. Face the monster.

Rather amusingly, something went wrong here and this episode didn’t publish at the beginning of the week when I thought it did! And I wondered why everyone was telling me they couldn’t wait to ready it…! Oops. Social fail. Well, if you do pop by here, I hope you enjoy the read! Love and darkness,…

The Festival. Day three. Inhale the dawn.

If you’ve left a goal to sit for some time without working on it, the best course of action is simply to pick it back up and run with it again, no questions or waiting for the right time, or you will never do it. On that note, I’d better start with day three of…