writing

The Chimes Of Eleanor – Intro

Standing up she gently began pacing the small and rather clostraphobic room she found herself in. The rain outside pounded the single glazed window like some enthusiastic drummer beating a worn out skin. She looked haggard, weak, and vulnerable; far from the beauty queen she once proudly wore the crown. She knew she was in …

That one creative escape

Living in a city like London or Stockholm you often get dragged into the mundane 9-5 routine all week. A cruel and bitter path where life can seem to just stagnate into a meaningless task. The mornings start earlier, you get home later. Lunches turn into sandwiches at your desk and the feeling that you …