Writers dreaming

A few nights ago I had a dream about a staff, a stile and a horrid dark dank dungeon. There was a woman in the dungeon and I knew she was going to torture me. When she poured liquid on my face, I accepted my fate: that I was doomed. The only way out of…

Good Mood Friday

Today, I woke up in a good mood. I knew it was a good mood because I know what it feels like to be in a bad mood. ‘Bad Mood’ has been in my head quite a lot recently. The overriding reason I woke in a good mood is because for the first time in…