RayeWritesSometimes

the city is such a lonely place. everyone clinging on to everything that makes them feel anything. any tiny scrap of joy, any small bundle of sorrow. they searched for it, they begged for it. they needed it. anything. 
          	
          	this book will collate short stories from the city, please check it out. 
          	Metropolitan Zombies 

RayeWritesSometimes

the city is such a lonely place. everyone clinging on to everything that makes them feel anything. any tiny scrap of joy, any small bundle of sorrow. they searched for it, they begged for it. they needed it. anything. 
          
          this book will collate short stories from the city, please check it out. 
          Metropolitan Zombies 

RayeWritesSometimes

Ok. This is probably very elaborate, but my great aunt lived in Leicester, near Oadby were John Deacon lived. I think she lived there before John Deacon went to university. I wonder if they ever crossed paths.
          
          Also, RIP Auntie Nancy, you are missed. We love you. As much as I know you lived to an incredible age, after a full life, I wish I spent more time with you growing up, and I wish I had longer to make up the time I missed. I will always regret that. But we will always love you.

RayeWritesSometimes

I've started a new book! I'm really proud of it, and I think its one of the best things I've written in a while, please go check it out! 
          
          It's a Queen fanfiction, where Elizabeth White goes to see her favourite up and coming band Queen, but ends up with a bit more than she bargained for.