Pokemon Go Deaths

Haha, I love these!

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Gotta catch them all..or die trying.. Below are the top 3 unapologetic deaths that have not happened while playing Pokemon Go… yet.

Fast Food Worker Flash Fried To Death

Greenwood, Indiana

One hot & humid July afternoon, Billy Maple was doing what Billy Maple does best – manning the fry station at the local McDonald’s making load after load of golden fried, goodness. One lunch break, things took a turn for the worst…

Coworker Helga Hucklebee had finally gotten her hands on an IPhone and heard a rumor that Pokemon was back and better than ever. With promises of fame & fortune that surely await the first soul to catch 150 of those littlefuckers, Helga decided to get a head start on her Pokemon career, she decided to double dip on the clock; she decided to play at work.


At 3:17 PM a wild Snorlax appeared in…

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Pokémon Go inspired short story (opening)


So unless you’ve been living under a rock the past few weeks, you’ll know about the resurgence of the Pokémon craze in the form of mobile game Pokémon Go, where you can catch monsters that appear in the area around you thanks to GPS technology. I must confess to being bitten by the bug myself, having the app running while walking to and from work, to town or to the gym etc, and trying to ‘catch ’em all’. While Pokémon never went away, exactly (there have still been games made since the originals on the Game Boy, and the anime is on something like over 800 episodes now, and will probably outlive us all), it hasn’t been this much of a craze since its inception in the 90’s. Feeling inspired, I started to write a short story relating to the Pokémon Go craze, the beginning of which I am now posting here for your reading pleasure. Let me know what you think, and should I continue with it? Might be cool to post it in installments if there’s demand for it 🙂 Anyway, enjoy, and any critiques/comments/feedback are welcome – that’s how us writers learn and improve, after all. Without futher ado…

Pokémon Go inspired short story (no title yet) – Opening

As he neared the dark and foreboding alley, he was starting to wonder if this had been such a good idea after all. This is where the monster was supposedly lurking, if the rumours and mumblings had been true; yet his device had seemingly still not detected it. He hoped this would not turn out be a fool’s errand; he was alone, a mere child, deep in the heart of what was most certainly not a good neighbourhood. Continue reading

Years of My Life: 1994


To recap: This is a series of posts that will cover each year of my life since my birth in 1987; mainly the things that interest me that happened/were released or conceived that particular year. This will include happenings in the world of music, video games, literature and television that are of particular importance or nostalgia to me. I’m hoping that this will give my followers a better idea of where my interests and passions in life lie 🙂

Check out the previous post for 1993 here. Also: apologies that this one has taken so long! Had lots going on as of late. Anyway…

On to 1994!

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The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time


Last weekend I went to see the stage version of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, at the Gielgud theatre in London with my boyfriend and two good friends of ours. I’d been wanting to see it for a long time, as I loved the original book by Mark Haddon. To give a quick summary, the story is told from the perspective of a 15-year old boy, Christopher, who, while not explicitly stated, appears to have Asperger syndrome or some form of autism (he refers to himself as ‘a mathematician with some behavioural difficulties’), who ends up discovering some dark truths about his family after discovering the body of his neighbour’s dog impaled with a garden fork, and then investigating the incident. Without spoiling too much, the stage version conveys the way Christopher’s mind works beautifully, with everything methodically arranged and organised – which then becomes chaotic with words and noises blaring everywhere when Christopher becomes overwhelmed by all the signs and information in a busy train station, for example – demonstrating perfectly just how overwhelming the world can seem to someone with autism. Having worked with and supported individuals with autism for a number of years now, a lot of it struck a chord with me and perhaps triggered more of an emotional response than it otherwise would have. You really have to see for yourself just how well lighting and various effects are used to tell the story – even a long-winded explanation for a maths problem somehow becomes entertaining! There is a perfect balance of laughs and emotion in this play, and I would highly recommend it, especially if you enjoyed the book like I did. A fantastic production, where actor Joseph Ayre shines especially as Christopher. Go see it!


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Weds poetry prompt: ‘The Passing Grey’


Yesterday’s prompt: Write an ‘uncontrollable’ poem

The Passing Grey

I cannot control
Clouds passing by
A wide blue sky
Or bend the wind
To my own will,
For nature is a force
Beyond the grasp
Of tiny human hands.
Whatever storms come
Or heavy rains fall,
I can feel content
Knowing they will pass
All in good time
Without a finger lifted
From my restless hands.
Worry cannot tame
The fierce intent
Of fickle weather,
So I step back to let
The world drift by instead.

Like this poem? Read more in my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, available NOW for download as an eBook on Amazon. Check it out here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B017BZBH6M

After the poetry slam…


As I mentioned in this previous post, I performed at a poetry slam last night – my first one, so it was quite the experience! I didn’t make it past the first round, unfortunately, but still had a great time, listening to some truly talented poets. Sara Hirsch, the UK slam champion of 2014, also performed at the end, who was phenomenal – and so funny, I highly recommend checking her out. Overall it was a great night, and I’m looking forward to attending the next 🙂

This is the poem I read at the slam, for those interested – it is from my collection, The Awakening, the link to buy and download following the poem, if you like this one 😉 Enjoy!

Crystal Eyes

I looked into your eyes
And I realised
Those weren’t your real eyes,
They had crystallised
And become crystal eyes,
All because you had senselessly idolised,
Staring endlessly into your idol’s eyes.

Trapped in a dream, you were fantasising
Of something that could never come to fruition.
I don’t know why you found that surprising,
But you always did lack basic intuition.

What were you expecting from a face of stone?
To grant you absolution, the gift of freedom?
That is a quest you must embark on alone,
Without the aid of your imaginary kingdom.

Sitting on your hands, you waited and waited,
For some sign or light, disembodied voices,
To release you from the misery you created,
The pain manifested from you, your choices.

But still you waited for your precious instructor
To tell you where to go next, how best to proceed.
A deceptive disguise he may wear, the dictator,
But will gladly let you suffer and let you bleed.

It is not too late; you can still set yourself free,
Detach your mind from meaningless words,
And shatter the cursed glass, so you can see
The true, naked world, and strive onwards.

Check out my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, available NOW for download as an eBook on Amazon. Check it out here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B017BZBH6M

Weds poetry prompt: ‘Can You Spare the Distance?’


Yesterdays’s prompt: Write a ‘distance’ poem

Can You Spare the Distance?

A vast stretch of space,
A piece of previous time,
The spans of which equal to
The energy we deposit into
Our socialising bank.
Distance has become the currency
Which we are wary to spend,
As it is effort and time combined
Which can be saved quite simply
By staying slumped in one spot.

Like this poem? Read more in my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, available NOW for download as an eBook on Amazon. Check it out here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B017BZBH6M