Reasons why I bought my own coffin

You decided to read this article because you saw the title and thought, what the hell? This has to be one of those extortionate, attention grabbing headlines that never pan out (click bait!) If it was indeed click bait, maybe I would have titled it “She went to see a funeral director and you won’t…

And I drank my fill

Hey world, it’s Tuesday. Already! Sometimes I feel like the world inside me is sleeping, that my imagination has fallen into an enchanted slumber of Briar Rose proportions, while the me in this real, physical world is lost and oppressed, when life gets hard in one area, there’s always a knock on effect where creativity…

Death is inevitable

So many of us live our lives afraid of dying. For me, my constant goal is to live my life without this fear of death. Death is the one thing in life of which we can be absolutely certain, so what is the point of worrying constantly about it? We are so afraid of death…

I told you, I’m not a goth.

When you meet someone, and they put you in a box….😑😒 An Undead Christmas Carol. J R Manawa. I told you, I’m not a goth…. … “I’m not a Goth!” Nadine had snapped at him, only a few minutes into their casual conversation on the dance floor. “You all say that.” Caleb laughed. She grinned….

A tick in all the boxes

Chapter three of our tale, in which we deal with the “meet cute”, except it wasn’t that cute….. An Undead Christmas Carol. J R Manawa. A tick in all the boxes. … After the birthday boy had been laid to rest in his perfect white coffin with the silver handles and dark blue satin interior,…

An Undead Christmas Carol

Hey London! I’m back! What a headlong collision into Christmas madness, and snow!!!! Apologies in advance, for two reasons. One, December is going to be a cascade of posts and liveliness. Videos, travel blogs and stories. And it’s been far too long since I annoyed the hell out of all of you with a regular…

An exposition…the zombie review

Because Zombie review sounds so much cooler than “Theatre review.” But this is it, my theatre review debut, and I have to apologise that it had been so late in arriving here. I could make a valid excuse but likely as not it was pure tardiness ^_~ The Generation of Z : Apocalypse. West end…

Wind that cuts like ice

For day ten my next theme victim, Aday, gave me the neat little topic An Icy Place. That sounds like fun! Let’s see where we go…. Wind that cuts like ice. J R Manawa. Outside the storm continued to rage as the black cab wound its way through the streets of North London. Inside the…

Faceless

I was having a late night coffee date over skype with my awesome sister, Mandi, when she gave me her topic. She then carried the laptop in to see Sean, who was still in bed, and prompted him to give me a topic also. We ended up with the word ‘fan‘. It may not seem…

Life going backwards.

My fourth theme, today given to me by my other and last adoptive mother, Libby, is entitled ‘Life going backwards’. When she first told me this was her choice, I have to admit I was a little worried. Such a strange topic! But here we go, and here the plot thickens, as they say! (If…

In you.

As the full moon returned this month, strangely, so did Jenny, although to tell you the truth, I wasn’t expecting to see her again. In you. JR Manawa. From the window to the mirror, Jenny’s eyes flickered. The window, the mirror. The moon, the madness. She’d woken that morning with a chest covered in scratch…

The children. Horror story in two sentences?

Can I tell a story in two sentences? A good friend challenged me to this about a month ago. I woke up in the middle of that night with the story etched on my mind. Boom. So what do you think? The children. JR Manawa. Written by JR Manawa