After the Fact.

After-the-fact-short-story
Since posting that infamous short story last week, I have noticed them lurking in my dreams. Not haunting me as such, but just there in the background. A reminder; the Ghost of Exes Past.

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Woman.


Don’t be loud, don’t show off.

If you love yourself too much, you won’t fit through the door.

Don’t take up too much space.

Stand out from the crowd, but don’t attract too much attention.ย Be smart, but be humble, and be nice.

You are everything and nothing all at once.

Be dominant, but don’t dominate. Be useful, be valuable, but don’t feel enough.

Aspire to the masculine, but stay feminine.

Stay pretty, don’t age. Don’t you dare age. You are here to be looked at, to be touched, to be an object.

Compete, but only with other women. You don’t live up to man.

You are woman. You are everything but Nothing all at once.

But I am strong, and I am capable. I am insecure and secure. I am vulnerable and human and good. I am determind, I am able.

I am intelligent.

I can move mountains with my words.

I am complex. I can challange you, question you, learn from you. Change.

I am strong. I am capable.

I take up space.

I am larger than life.

I demand to be seen.

I am Woman. And I am Everything.

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Happy International Women’s Day, loves. I thought I’d post a bonus little Short in honour of this wonderous day. Keep fighting the good fight, ladies.

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Stardust.


“Ella!” 

The voice echos as I disappeared into the night.

I was the kind of drunk where I was up and aware of everything, but could barely see. And although my memories of that evening, even while I was living it, were hazy at points, I knew exactly where I was going and what I needed to do.

Next thing I knew, I was banging on the door. The back door that was really the front door, because that’s how student houses work. I was banging on the door, loudly, unapologetically, tears streaming down my face, as I stood in the pouring rain. Actions that sound more romantic and profilic than they actually were.

I had a moment of completely sobering clarity when the door swung open. I realised what I had done just by the look on his face.

He used to look at me like I was stardust, but now, I instantly didn’t matter.

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This is part of my creative writing series, Shorts. Check out my last one here.

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More Podcasts to Listen to.

More podcasts you should subscribe to
Back in August, I wrote a little post delving into my journey with podcasts called 5 Podcasts You Should Listen To, and this time I am back to tell you about some more.

I’ve really taken to this form of media. It reminds me of my childhood and early teens, when I would turn on the radio to tune into Southern FM’s daily breakfast show (any Brighton natives remember Danny and Nicky in the Morning?). Hearing the bright chirpy voices was a great start to the day. However, as I got older, I started to favour listening to music or watching YouTube.

Podcasts are great, because they give you a chance to consume something as passively or actively as you want. I not only listen to podcasts when I travel, but when I’m cooking or cleaning, before I fall asleep, or even just in my bedroom when I feel like closing my eyes for a bit and not have to endure the silent abyss.

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