black.n.write_musings

Life is like an ice rink, or rather I have a random musing while ice skating

To ice skate, one must slide across the ice and hope like heck that you don’t fall. Me being my weird self, had the strangest of thoughts as I skated around my local rink the other day.

You see, as I slowly began to skate with more grace, I thought of ice skating as us moving through life. You skate along (metaphorically, remember) life, passing through the years and making dozens of…

Camp NaNoWriMo 2019

Have you ever wanted to write a novel? To unleash that wonderful world that has thus far stayed locked up in the most cobweb covered corner of your mind? What’s stopping you? A fear of failure? Lack of motivation? Or maybe you just have no time. These are all things that have held me back over the years. Even now, as I am starting this blog I am plagued with self-doubt, fearing…

Tea vs. Coffee, a popular debate

The debate of which is better, tea or coffee, has been widely discussed for many a year now. I of course, found this to be one of life’s most pressing matter for how on earth could I survive the pain that is early morning’s if it weren’t for the miraculous caffeinated liquid that is coffee.

In saying that nothing goes better with sitting up at night writing than tea. So, which is better?

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Billions of heartbeats fill this earth with life, with love. And from these heartbeats come so many stories of happiness, loss, pain, laughs and soulmates.

Somewhere in the world at this very moment, someones child is laughing at something funny, someone is full of love as they give their vows, a new life is being pushhed into the world.... And somewhere out there someone is saying their last goodbyes. Someone is crying in agony as their loved one dies.

A billion heartbeats, and one girl is holding her lovers hand, the time in between each of his heartbeats felt like an eternity, filling her own heart with pain and eyes with tears.

He held her hand as if it were his lifeline, their eyes saying all the words that they struggled to say around tearful lumps.

His heart struggles to keep him alive,the machine echoed its slowing beats.

Their hearts echoed the love they have for each other. Love doesnt die, even if the people do.

And the girl knew, she knew she loved him then, in the past, and until tye universe itself died.