9 Beloved Words

Time and again, the same set of words seem to pop up into my stories. I love these words. If these words had form, I would hug them. An expansive vocabulary, as it is with most budding writers, is very important to me. Quite often, I am teased about some of the words I use in my day-to-day speech.

The following list is just a small sample of some of the words that I adore:

Jack and Jill

For as long as I can recall, Jack the Ripper has always been an underlying secret obsession of mine. London in the 1800s; a mysterious serial killer; panic. The tale has always been the perfect backdrop for my imagination, running wild and bloodied. It's only natural that I honour my long-standing obsession with a neatly wrapped drabble.

I give you: "Jack and Jill".

Self Portrait

Sometimes, I wonder what people might wonder when they see me. Dyed blond hair; grey muddled eyes behind spectacles; little round nose that doesn’t betray my Italian heritage; pouty lips from some mysterious genetic line. These are the features I hide myself behind, lined with makeup and wrapped in the clothing of normal day-to-day life. Yet what if I didn’t? How would I look if I didn’t drape myself in a soft well-rehearsed smile and polite demeanor?

I would be a scribble; a mess of lines that would wind together to shape my form. The threads of me would be black and twisted; my grin crooked and sinister; the glint in my eyes the colour of blood. I would be cracked and broken, and the seething pulsating insides of me would be bare for everyone to see.

It’s only in my writing that I show who I am and how I think.

Hello, world.