Profile cover photo
Profile photo
Tanya J
4 followers
4 followers
About
Posts

Post has attachment
Public
Long Way Home
My back
aching with the strain of the extra weight, I pulled the child along in the
sled as we traversed the field. It had been days since we had seen any signs of
human life and I was grateful that the child slept now. She never
really complained – I expec...

Post has attachment
Public
The Countdown
“10!” The
computerised voice boomed across the halls. She
whimpered as she lurched to her feet. She wasn’t prepared. She was never prepared for the countdown. Her
bare feet skidded along the cool hardwood floor as she raced to find a safe
place to be when t...

Post has attachment
Public
Girls and boys come out to play...
Girls and boys come out to play The moon doth shine as bright as day Leave your supper, and leave your sleep And join your playfellows in the street. An ancient song, I call to the
children from the street – my voice soft, comforting, heard only by the inno...

Post has attachment
Public
The Button Collector
When I was younger my mother had a cookie tin filled to bursting with buttons. I used to sit beside her while she crafted, my small hands buried in the buttons. I loved how they felt as they slid across my skin, the noise they made as they slipped and came ...

Post has attachment
Public
**
# FoEWritingChallenge I watch her in her room, playing with her makeup, speaking to her toys as though they're going to respond. How ridiculous! She acts as though she doesn't belong where she is, she dreams of places and worlds she has never visited, yet t...

Post has attachment
Public
I want...
Yesterday I paid for drugs. Lots of drugs, actually, worth over £700.00 in total. This fact leaves me feeling all sorts of emotions at the same time. So many that I am not sure I can articulate them coherently, but I feel I should try. In 14 days our home w...

Post has attachment
Public
**
I wake in
the night inside my heart echoes my howling soul beside me he
sleeps, dreaming dreams I do not yet know a simple
touch, my chilled hand on his warm arm I am stilled, my stampeding pulse
calmed I snuggle in
again, welcoming sleep I drift into morni...

Post has attachment
Public
A weekend in pictures
Frozen "White Russian" Enjoyed in front of a roaring fire A chilly, wet walk along the seafront...  With added political statements... Before a much-deserve hot drink... And then heading towards home...

Post has attachment
Public
Making my own Jarvis
There's a software development concept known as  rubber duck debugging  and, having been reminded of it recently, I knew having a duck couldn't hurt during times when I feel stuck with my writing. A duck could help me work through problems with plot, charac...

Post has attachment
Public
I rose.
On Saturday, 21st January 2017, I became an active part of history. On the morning of that day, I was full of nerves, full of self-doubt. Never before had I felt strongly enough about anything to "take to the streets". Was I doing it for the right reasons? ...
Wait while more posts are being loaded