30 Day Challenge..



He glanced at his watch impatiently, she was late as usual. The celebrations didn’t start for another hour yet it was his time she was wasting.

Without taking into consideration the delays of the road, he expected her to be there within the time of distance between the hotel and the ceremony it states on the GPS. She could never win.
The moment she arrived, she regretted it. The snarls, sacarstic comments and accusations allowed the excitement of the night to become bitter. It wasn’t a surprise,  she was use to it.

Throughout the night, the drinks she consuned made it bareable and gave her a touch of liquid courage to have the enjoyable she had planned.

Don’t let one person ruin your every evening. Drink and ignore.



When shops filled with the scent of coffee seemed to just appear every time we blinked, I thought I was dreaming and once I saw the merry-go-round the size of a house, I was glad I was awake.

We played for what felt like hours, feeling as if we 5 years old. We then gathered on bean bags and talked about every aspect of the world as if we could change it all. The atmosphere was incredible; peace within chaos, harmony amongst cultures. It was like a puzzle, it was amazing.

Being a lover of coffee, I am happy in any cafe, yet that day I knew where I would land once I found wings. I knew where I’d go to study and to which bar. It was a city yet it was cosy. It was the first time in a long time that it felt like home.

Strung against the wall, attached  to elastic string lies memories. Some black and white, others with vibrant colour. Some bittersweet, others of love and admiration.

I could describe the suitcase, filled with clothes and pieces of the past that are doomed to haunt me but these images are of the days that bring happiness.

It’s not the photographs that define this object but the stories behind them; the face of a toddler that experienced bubbles for the first time, the smile that defies evil which we all wish we had or a honeymoon sweet that looks as though belongs in a cemetery.

It truly amazes me that pieces of paper that can define who you were at that moment in time; filled with joy or anguish that you can’t ever return to.


She stands only half a metre tall. Her pale skin and strawberry locks resembles the image of a porcelain doll. Her almost black eyes only see the beauty in the world whilst the darkness we see is no match for the shine in her cheeky smile.

Her personality holds the key in changing the world. The words she speaks may not be able to be interpreted but her facial expressions says it all.

Everything of this toddler’s being is pure; she is untainted by the evils of the earth.

She is simply amazing.


She always wondered about the grass on the other side; it always looked greener than where she stood. Unfortunately, the rickety bridge and swamps before her always allowed fear to linger.

One beautiful day, she became more frightened of staying within the allowed lands than she was about the land she always dreamed of. After building up enough courage, she swallowed her fears and set out on the journey to the other side.

The ‘lake’ was the color of an ogre – disgusting. What seemed like hours – travelling knee deep within it – she finally made it to banks where the bridge still miraculously stood. She carefully stepped up on it and as she did, it became apparent that ‘things’ lurked beneath it; screams and the taunting sounds of laughter echoed.

She held her breath after each step, waiting for a creature to attack her. Judging by the noise, she pictured them as little beings with large sharp teeth and meter long finger nails that would claw at her face until she was unrecognisable or worse.

The grass now seemed greener on the side she resided on, though reaching the middle of the bridge, it wasn’t worth returning.

She was unsure if it was due to the fact she was petrified or the courage that miraculously appeared, either way she ran the rest of the bridge, ignoring the sounds of her next nightmare and safely reached the other side. 

It was a ‘picture perfect’ scene. The grass was the colour she always imagined it would be, though it was inches too long. It was quiet, there wasn’t a being in sight and even though she hated being alone, she was happy there; the happiest she had ever been. 

There is always a moral to a fairytale; this one is;

Things always appear scary from miles away. Your own thoughts can betray you into thinking there’s something that will harm, yet yourself and your courage are all you need to conquer the creatures of your life. There is no need to hate or dread it – loneliness is your friend once you learn to accept it. 

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Here’s all of the days of the challenge:

Day 1: Re-write a classic fairy tale

Day 2: Describe a loved one

Day 3: A story revolving around an object in your room

Day 4: A story in 250 words or less about your favorite city

Day 5: Begin with “I thought I saw…”

Day 6: Start your story with: “He glanced at his watch impatiently…”

Day 7: Create a superhero. Have he/she save the day.

Day 8: Write a prequel to that Superhero. Pre-Superhero life. Maybe their childhood.

Day 9: A story that takes place pre-1950

Day 10: A poem using the words: blue, mistrust, half, twang

Day 11: Start story with: “She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled…”

Day 12: A story where the characters go without power for a day.

Day 13: Find 10 random words and create your own definitions.

Day 14: Begin with “I thought I saw…”

Day 15: randomly find someone in your yearbook. Create a story about their life today.

Day 16: Write about a stranger you see. Either their back-story or what they are thinking in the moment you see them.

Day 17: Go to iTunes, put your music on random. Write a story about the first song that comes up. (250 words or less)

Day 18: Use time travel in a story

Day 19: A story set in a ghost town.

Day 20: Write an obituary for a historical figure

Day 21: Use these words in a story: grandfather, photo album, post office, and folder

Day 22: He or she sees their crush in a library. describe the incident.

Day 23: Write a story based on a dream you had

Day 24: Describe/fictionalize a childhood memory

Day 25: Write a story that takes place 100 years in the future

Day 26: Write a story about a mythical creature.

Day 27: Write about the 30th picture on your phone or computer. Write about the story behind it, or make up the story behind it.

Day 28: Story taking place during a sporting event (any sport)

Day 29: Story on a ship. Past, present, or future.

Day 30: Story about space

Day 30: Story or poem about ice