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"Don't You Think It's Funny": A poem

Don't you think it's funny
That tall people want to be short and short people want to be tall
That chubby people want to be skinny and skinny people want to put on weight
That blonde people want to have dark hair and dark-haired people want to be blonde
That pale-skinned people want to have darker skin and dark-skinned people want to be white
That all young people want is to grow up and adults do the impossible to fight ageing
I think it's funny That no-one seems to like their appearance Why can't we all just accept ourselves the way we are?


-IndigoSky

"Train Zombies": A short story

I was looking through my box of old (mostly unfinished) writing projects, and I found this short story that I wrote a couple of years ago, when I was about thirteen. It's quite different from the sort of thing I write nowadays (my writing style has changed a LOT over the past couple of years) but I think you guys will like it.
Fun fact: the people on the train who get up at the previous stop and barge out of the train are based on the people who get off at the station near my house. So there you go, this is based on a true story. (Well, not the zombies bit, but never mind.)
Enjoy.



“What do you think I should wear to my friend’s party on Saturday?” my sister Hannah asks me as we walk down the road. “The pink dress or the blue one?”

I shrug. “Whichever one you want, I guess,” I reply. I’m really not into fashion. I don’t get why my sister likes to plan her outfits out in advance. It’s all a bit of a waste of time if you ask me.

Our parents are out and Hannah and I have just been to th…

"Memories": A short story

I've been thinking about you lately.

I hadn't thought about you in a while. I mean, I didn't forget you, I could never forget you, but I'd just been so caught up in my life that I didn't have time to think about the past... But then that changed, last week.

I was just walking down the road, lost in my thoughts, when I heard someone call your name. They weren't calling you, of course, they were calling someone with the same name as you, but hearing your name made me remember you and all of our experiences, everything we lived through together.

Since then, you've been on my mind a lot. Little things keep reminding me of you; for example, the colour of the autumn leaves reminds me of the colour of your auburn hair. The cold blue sky reminds me of the shades of your ever-so-slightly different-coloured eyes. The laugh of a stranger on the train reminds me of your laugh. For the first time in over a decade, I've been constantly thinking about you and - yes - …

This hot weather is killing me...

Hey guys... just wanted to write a short post about the past few days. I haven't been feeling so great lately. Basically, it's been really, really hot here in London - we've had highs of about 27 degrees for all this past week. (If you live somewhere that's, you know, not the UK, you're probably wondering what the fuss is all about but trust me, 27 degrees is a LOT here.) And I take hot weather really badly. Seriously, I just can't stand the heat; it makes me feel tired ALL the time. I've just been moping around the house, bored out of my mind, but I just don't have the energy to DO anything... it's a weird situation to be in. Like, I try and study something but my brain just doesn't want to work, and I can't go outside and do something outdoorsy because it's too hot, so I just end up doing nothing. I hate just sitting around with nothing to do so this is making me feel really frustrated.

The heat is also making me feel really grumpy all…

"You Can't Change The Past": A short story

You can't change the past.

It's the only thought in my mind as I sit alone in my room. It spins around and around in my head, obliterating every single other thought. You can't change the past. You can't change the past.

I wish I could, though. I wish it with all my might. I wish I could step through a portal and appear, say, a year into my past. I could grab hold of myself at that time and explain what would happen, and how easily I could avoid so much grief and heartache. Just a decision. Just by making a single decision differently my life could change completely.

I laugh bitterly. That sort of thing only happens in sci-fi movies. In real life we're forced to live with the consequences of our actions. No time travel. No easy way out.

I've made so many mistakes. So many. I didn't know they were mistakes at the time - I thought I was doing the right thing, always. But I see now how terribly misguided I was. If only I'd had someone to make me see, make …

"Waiting For You": A poem

You know, I've been thinking
And I realised I've lost count
Of how many years it's been since you left
It's been that long
I remember that midwinter's morning
When you told me you had to leave
I said goodbye to you in the falling snow
And you didn't tell me you were coming back
You didn't promise me anything
Though before you turned away
I thought I saw
A look in your eyes
An unspoken vow that you'd return
Though maybe I was mistaken
Maybe I imagined it
Maybe there was no look, no vow
And you never intended to come back at all
But I waited for you
As the days turned into weeks
And the weeks turned into months
And the months turned into years
But you know, I've had a great life
I've seen empires rise and fall
I've lived through things most wouldn't even imagine
But through it all
I always thought
About what it would be like if you were by my side
If you'd only returned
But the years turned into decades
And the decades turned into cent…

"First Sight": A short story

She remembered that moment when she'd first met him as clearly as if it had happened yesterday...

...She guessed it was because she always thought of meeting him as the beginning, the moment that set everything that followed into motion. Thinking logically she knew that that was wrong; everything that happened would have happened anyway even if she'd never laid eyes on him in her life; things would have unfolded in exactly the same way. But she couldn't help thinking of the day that she'd met him as the day when it all started.

That was why, even after many, many years had gone by, she could still remember a million pointless details about that particular moment. She remembered the way the warm spring breeze had ruffled her hair and played with her skirts, the way the birds sung joyfully in the trees, the way the air was filled with the sweet smell of blossoms. She remembered that her parents had been discussing the change in the weather recently, and she remembered th…

"Promise": A poem

A few months ago I wrote this rambly, confusing poem-story-thing, and I thought I might as well share it here. Enjoy.



Born to a working-class family
In a cramped cottage in an overcrowded city
Draughty windows
Creaky floorboards
Second-hand clothes
That was what made up her childhood.
Words whispered by her parents to their only child,
“Promise us that you’ll grown up and you’ll do us proud.”
She promised.

Started work at a factory
Just another nameless face in a crowd of others
Long hours
Low wages
Dull work
She never stopped dreaming of something more.
Words her father told her late on winter’s night,
“Promise if you get the chance you’ll find a better life.”
She promised.

Plagues came to the city
They left her alone, but not her parents
Coughs and sickness
Ending lives
Tears that flowed
Her family’s lives slowly fading to nothing.
Words her mother told her, while their eyes were filled with tears,
“Promise me that once I’m gone you’ll go somewhere far from here.”
She promised.
Lef…

My holidays in Weymouth! + Changes to this blog

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Hey!! Guess who's back from holidays! I am!! You probably already guessed that! I don't care! I'm just happy to be blogging again!!

Yep, I just got back from Weymouth a few hours ago. Did you guys miss me? I mean, I know I've got a grand total of like three readers but I wonder if those three readers missed me while I was away. Anyway. I'm kinda tired. It was a long journey, over three hours, urgh. But I really want to write a post about my holiday, seriously I've been wanting to do that for days but I couldn't write it while I was away, as I didn't have my laptop with me, and writing on my phone is such a pain.

So! Time for me to ramble on for a bit! Yay!!

Things didn't start so amazingly on the journey there, we missed the Weymouth train by literally twenty seconds (I am not exaggerating) and had to wait for an hour for the next train. Yippee. And then while we were on our way there were "signalling problems". Basically the train was del…

Holidays!!

Just a quick post to say I'm not going to be posting anything here for the next couple of weeks because I'm going away on holiday! Yaaay. I really can't wait as I've been looking forward to this pretty much all year, and after all my exams and everything I REALLY need a break. We're going to Weymouth; I've never been before, but apparently the beaches are great. I'm not taking my laptop with me, so yeah, no posts until the beginning of next month.   
It is SO HOT today. I'm just sitting here in my room typing this and I can literally feel myself sweating! It's like 28 degrees; if you're from somewhere where it's really hot you're probably wondering what the big deal is but I'm really not used to this heat and I feel like I'm DYING. And I had ballet earlier today. It was... it was not fun. I thought I was going to melt like an ice lolly. When I got home I just sprawled out on the sofa, sweating and panting slightly. Urgh. I don…