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Sand tickled her bare feet as she waltzed across the beach like a performer on the dance floor. Arms in the air, she spun and spiralled along the line where the ocean met the land, as careful as if she was walking on a high-wire in a circus.

Unperturbed by the pull of the wind against her tangled, honey-blonde hair, and the tug of the cool salt water against her toes, she was lost to the world around her. Lost to her troubles and fears.

A low chuckle rumbled from the man trailing behind her. The girl turned and gazed into the eyes of the man she loved and would always love. His sapphire eyes could rival the ocean for their beauty and depth. Her lips turned up in a smile that was mirrored on the man’s untroubled face. A smile could translate love better than words ever could. A smile was all they needed to express the intensity of their emotions.

Grabbing the hand offered to her, she pulled her lover into her embrace, fingers laced into his golden hair. She pulled comfort from his touch and happiness from his warmth. A hum of contentment resounded from her throat, and floated away on the ocean’s breeze, quickly stifled by the gentle crash of waves and the sharp cries of gulls circling gracefully above.

Pulling back, the man placed his hand gently to her rouged cheek, and she fell willingly into the contact. His hand was rough but his touch was tender and she loved him. She most definitely loved him.


Once upon a time a little girl fell in love with books. That little girl was me.

Books can transport you to new worlds; they can introduce you to life and love. Books are portals to unknown lands and imaginary worlds. Books are comforting and exciting; engaging and terrifying; beautiful and overwhelming. Books are books, and I love them.

If you’re reading this blog, then I’m guessing you love books too, so I expect we’ll get along. I’ve never written a blog before, but I’d love for my writing to reach out to new people and hopefully invite more people into the world of words.

I’m going to be using this blog to share some of my own words: short stories, poems and more, and I hope you all love reading them as much as I love writing them.

I’d say reading is a hobby but it’s more like an obsession. Nothing can beat the thrill of turning a page into a new world, a world unlike any other, with characters you’ve never met before. I think it’s beautiful how emotions can be encouraged in people with a few choice words and phrases, and how easily you can become attached to a name on a page, to the life of someone in a story.

You can find adventure, hope and happiness between the bindings of a book.

And I think that it’s incredible how people can become linked with a shared love for this literary life.

It was my love for reading that naturally led me to my love for writing. Being able to create whatever your inspiration can invent is incredibly liberating. Your only limit is your imagination.

So maintain your passion for the poems and your rapture for the written word.

I look forward to sharing my love of literature with you again soon.