Pen. Paper. Prose. Poetry.

Those who know me know my love for writing. I may not do it as often anymore but pen to paper has always been my release. When me and my sister used to argue, I used to pen poems about how I hated being the youngest (by a minute). And if you read my work for Creative Writing in my first year of Uni, you can gather which pieces were written after my Nan died. Therefore I have decided that I will share some of my work, old and new on with you lucky lot. As stated in my previous post here this blog is a mix, so you never know what you are going to get next.