30 Day Writing Challenge //Day Six: Six Word Story

I actually really REALLY enjoyed this challenge!!! :)

30 Day Writing Challenge// Day Six: Six Word Story

30 Day Writing Challenge//Day Five: Introducing Me

At 23 years old I've finally discovered my passion for writing.. And apparently I'm not too shabby at it! I've got a great support network and maybe one day you'll see my name in the window of a Waterstones... Or more than likely in the corner of your Facebook news feed in an advert for Amazon! This#30DayChallenge is something I have made for me and the wonderful people at @tkotiuk to have a play around and get creative. And I recommend anyone to never lose your creativity! Whether you do something big with it or simply write it down and throw it away. Get it out there!! Let people see it even for a split second on Snapchat! You might surprise yourself with what they say! 👌

30 Day Writing Challenge//Day Four: Thought Of The Day

30 Day Writing Challenge//Day Three: A Second Chance

I’m giving you the power to turn back time, what do you do? Do you go back to that time worth forgetting? Forgetting that that decision you made in that moment was the very moment that lead you here. Here that is your 23rd birthday with your friends. Friends who love you, literally. Literally loving you, even unbeknownst to you. You the fool, the girl who smiles and plays the games just as well. Well, here I’ve given you the opportunity. Opportunity after opportunity you have wasted, yet here it is… the final second chance. Chances to say what you’ve always wanted to say. Say what you’ve always felt. Feel what you’ve always known in your heart. Heart question mark. Mark what is a chance of a lifetime. Lifetime of chances. Chances to be one. One with him.

30 Day Writing Challenge//Day Two: A Business Card With Nothing But A Number On It

What would you do if you found a business card with nothing but a number on it? Would you dial it, text it, throw it away? That was the dilemma faced by Jenny on her last shift at the brew club.
2 more hours she thought as she wiped down table 5. 2 more hours before her shift ended and she was due to move, again, to the outskirts of London whereby hopefully she'd be able to afford to live another 6months before relocation for a 3rd time in 2 years. This wasn't the life jenny had planned. Having spent so many years saving up to move to the big city hoping to follow her dreams and become a star, Jenny had begun to wonder if it was all worth it. "Why so sad?" An older, dark haired gentleman on table three asked. Looking up from the table Jenny smiled and apologised. "That doesn't answer my question" the mysterious man continued to stare at her. He had been in their all day holding what looked like business meetings with clients. Not wanting to be rude to the customer, but also not wanting to burden a stranger with how boring her life was, Jenny responded "sometimes life just doesn't give you any lemons to work with". That answer seemed to satisfy the gentleman and he smiled and took the last sip of coffee. "Maybe when you least expect it" Jenny was now completely confused by the strange man so she returned to the counter.
Catching sight of herself in the reflective surface, she noticed how tired she looked. Exhausted from city life, maybe it wasn't her time. Maybe she should just go back to her small town life and forget about the city lights. Turning around Jenny noticed the strange gent had left. Grabbing the cup and saucer off the table she noticed a business card hidden beneath it. There was something unusual about this card though, much like the gentleman it was vague and didn't say much. The only information on the card was a telephone number... And a detailed drawing of a lemon. Could this be the opportunity she was waiting for?

30 Day Writing Challenge//Day One: There was nothing casual about this affair

There was nothing casual about this affair. It was the beginning, the end, the rebirth. She needed this.
It was less of an affair, rather a business transaction. She traded in sex and sordid secrets for a sick sense of belonging. What had happened to cause this once happy and confident person, to spiral into an endless cycle of male grasps, feeding off their attention and lusting for more. It was this seedy passion that had brought her back from the edge once or twice with a "come over" text or  a "you look great" holler. She looked into the mirror before she left the house; red lipstick, blonde hair, glasses, all the ingredients of her new found fame. From small town country girl to ruthless rider of the night, a transformation had begun. ©JessMorphew