For me, writing is like coffee. Sometimes it's sweet, refreshing, and topped with a delicious cream. But more often than not it's bitter, dark, and leaves a bad aftertaste in my mouth.
And I despise that I need it to get up in the morning.
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Stories by Aura Collinson.
The Contents Of My Head
A series of drabbles. I apologise for general angsty, depressing topics, but you can't deny they're fun to wr...
When We Run.
Sick of his abusive and repetitive village life, Sam packs up one night in hope of something better. Arriving...
