Charlotte Birch

She wasn’t able to identify exactly why she was crying; maybe it was because she knew he was bad for her, that his words were most likely false. Still she knew he’d hooked her and she couldn’t give him up, even though he wasn’t fully hers and she’d never been any good at sharing. A memory resurfaced in her head, she was fourteen and was shrieking at her younger sister because she’d borrowed one of... Read more

Why is it some people have types? They go from one person to another all looking similar and having familiar traits. I admit I have a type, I always have. I like a man to be medium built, taller than me and I have a thing for short hair. It’s not just about their appearance though, it’s their whole attitude. I’m drawn to domineering men that are blatantly no good for me yet something about... Read more

Things I’ve learnt this weekend: I shouldn’t go out drinking a fairly large amount of wine when full of cold and recovering from a chest infection. The result is I now feel like a zombie who can’t stop coughing. Staying up till six AM and having a gathering in my kitchen was also not helpful for said health, although I did manage to finally get rid of the crate of beer that was clogging up... Read more