A Reflection on my Journey as a Writer

I have been writing ever since I can remember. I started my first blog post years ago. I wrote my first story at the age of fifteen. I have been buying notebooks left, right and centre. I buy notebooks for those around me, those I cherish. I walk and words, phrases...

Samantha’s Story

Samantha had always been a lively soul, so the day she missed work, people started to worry. She had never been away before. She’d never even missed a morning. Yet Friday 12th March, Samantha didn’t make it in. Her colleagues wondered what had happened to her. She was...

Rachel’s Story

Rachel had been married to David for a long time, almost too long. They had been childhood sweethearts. The usual story – boy meets girl; girl falls for boy; boy asks girl to marry him. Rachel and David had decided on a small wedding. They were twenty-five at...

Identity of an Armenian one Century on

Identity: such a simple word, yet such a complex concept. Do we define our own identity? Or does identity define us? Are we masters of our own selves or is our identity predetermined in some way? I have learned that shaping one’s identity is a lifelong journey. A...

Sophie’s Story

Sophie had been teased for most of her life. It was really all she had ever known. Her parents had never had much money. Her father was constantly looking for work, but with the temper that he had, he was fired more times than her mother cared to think about. Her...