Falling Sky [Short Story]

¬†¬†This is a short story I wrote as potential coursework for Creative Writing. I don’t know if it’s good enough so I’m posting it here — to get advice. ūüôā¬†

 When it first started falling, it was just flakes, like dandruff, and we didn’t really think much of it. It was blue; real blue, like the colour that rain is in picture books. When a piece hit me, it felt like rain too, merging with my skin, except it left a blue dot, as if it was paint from the sky. Other people around me looked up too and we all saw the exact places that these fragments had fallen from because they weren’t blue anymore. They were a new colour, one that I can’t describe because you’ve never seen it before. If I were to describe it, though, I’d say that it resembled crushed up souls blended with creamed eyeballs. It wasn’t a pretty colour. That’s why I didn’t look up again; the colour made me want to be sick.

When I got home, my mum was visibly shaking, screaming, shattering. Her arms were coated in blue, which I realised was the fallen sky, and she was curled in a ball.

‚ÄúMy head,‚ÄĚ she whimpered, ‚Äúit‚Äôs like a bomb‚Äôs exploded in it.‚ÄĚ She could barely say the words, gasping often. I sat beside her, wrapping my arms around her.

‚ÄúWhat‚Äôs happened?‚ÄĚ I asked.

‚ÄúI don‚Äôt know, it‚Äôs the sky — it was falling, it was falling, and now I‚Äôm in pain.‚ÄĚ

This story of the sky falling quickly made headlines, and one of the articles that caught my interest the most was Sky Side-Effects? It talked about the health issues that people had been having since the sky started falling. It described an unknown illness where people exposed to too much sky were having similar symptoms to that of a brain tumour, except there wasn’t a tumour. It stated that a few had already died from this disease, which is when I started getting worried.

‚ÄúMum, how have your headaches been today?‚ÄĚ was the first question I asked every evening when I got home from school (before it was closed because of the threats of going outside). She usually had three answers: ‚Äúgood, actually‚ÄĚ, ‚Äúnot so good‚ÄĚ, and ‚Äúhelp, help, help‚ÄĚ. I hadn‚Äôt liked to go to school whilst she was ill but she‚Äôd made me, telling me that my education was important. She didn‚Äôt know that she was endangering me at the time.

When the schools finally closed, I monitored my mum often, making charts assessing her condition. It was still only fragments falling at this stage — nothing too serious — and no one went outside anyway, unless they really had to, and if they did they wore protective clothing. Her condition hadn‚Äôt gotten any worse, in fact it had gotten better, and I had pinned this to the fact that she‚Äôd not gone outside for a while. She was safe, for now. I also checked the news regularly (I‚Äôd never been a fan of it before) to see any updates.

Then, when all the little fragments stopped falling, we thought it was over. We went outside and embraced the cold, something we’d never really done before.

It had been three days since the sky had stopped falling and I’d taken my mum out for the first time. She was still a little ill, very pale in the face, but her migraines had diminished to headaches. It was quite pretty when you looked up at the sky now; with it being grey (it was a bad weather day), the clouds being white, and then, where little fragments had fallen, you could see the new colour: peluvia. I don’t know how it came to be called that, some scientist or something, but I thought it was a prettier name than any of the other colours, despite the fact that the colour itself was not pretty.
My mum and I were staring up at the sky together, holding hands, when the ground first shook. It was like there was an earthquake but we’d never had one before. We didn’t rule it out, though, considering the recent events.

‚ÄúStaying outside is probably best, if it‚Äôs an earthquake,‚ÄĚ I told my mum.

‚ÄúBut what if it‚Äôs not? What if it‚Äôs–‚ÄĚ And then I could see the fear in her eyes become a reality as the ground stopped shaking, and the sky started falling. All of it. Not little flakes. Nowhere to run, hide. We‚Äôd survived this long; it wasn‚Äôt fair.

‚ÄúGo inside. Now!‚ÄĚ I yelled, pushing her weak body into the kitchen. I figured that if the sky was going to fall, it might not get to our ground floor. That was our best chance at surviving it.

I shielded her, she shielded me; it wasn’t much use really, but it was all we could do. I heard the sound of the roof breaking, the stairs crumbling, ceilings cracking. Then, it all fell down, and all I saw was dust in my eyes.

I think I died, then; I‚Äôm not sure how long after, but I did die eventually. I don‚Äôt know whether my mum died — I don‚Äôt want to think about that. I don‚Äôt want to think about anything from the past anymore. I just want to fall, like the sky; instead of sitting at the top of it, watching it fall in front of my eyes, without being able to do anything. Because, once the sky gets you completely, you’re the one pushing it — there’s nothing you can do. You have to. Or you’ll become a part of the new sky.

Thank you for reading this,



17 Things I Learned By 17

So it was my birthday yesterday and I decided to do a post on things I’ve learned by 17. Hope you enjoy!

  1. ¬†You aren’t alone. I was in a very bad place a few years ago and I felt like I was completely alone but then I realised that, actually, I’m not. My cousin messaged me and we talked about our problems together and then I saw that there are people with similar problems who want someone to talk to about it too. It’s nice to know that others feel the same.
  2. ¬†School will be tough: heck, life will be hard, but there will be an end to this. You won’t have to endure this forever. It is temporary; eventually you can be who you want to be. Just wait and it’ll come. ūüôā
  3. ¬†Cats are awesome. This is more philosophical than it sounds, OK! I wouldn’t be alive without my cats. Their constant love and purring has helped me stay on this planet all these years. I just cannot thank them enough. I love them so much.
  4. I’m not as bad as I think. Sure, I might be awful at writing and a horrible person, but I’m not as awful as I think, and not as horrible as I think either. I’m slightly better than I imagine, I guess. ūüôā
  5. ¬†You can’t make everyone instantly like you and want to be friends with you. As hard as you try, some people just don’t like you. Whatever that reason is, though, it isn’t your fault.
  6. ¬†Being bullied is not your fault either. It’s not because you’re dumb or because you’re mean or because you’re ugly; it’s because they have nothing better to do. Maybe you’re quiet enough for them to have an advantage over you but make sure you don’t listen because you are worth more than that poison they throw at you. Trust me.
  7. ¬†Stop thinking about the past. It is stopping you from becoming who you want to be. It is breaking you and you can’t let it — sometimes, even if it’s hard to let go, you just have to think about now and tomorrow. Think about who you want to be, not who you were.
  8.  Not everything is going to destroy the world. I have severe anxiety and, often, that stops me from doing things I want to do. I have too many fears and I need to realise that not all of them are required.
  9. ¬†Steeping out of your comfort zone is OK. It’s gonna be hard but it’s also going to help. It will make you be less anxious, less afraid, less awkward. You will be better for it.
  10. Making mistakes is a part of being human. Everyone makes them: you’re not alone. Although you might think that you’re terrible for making them, you’re not. We learn from them, it’s okay.
  11. ¬†Things might be bad right now, but the phrase “it’ll get better” is true. I know it doesn’t seem like it but it is. You might feel like this for a long while, but it won’t be forever. Nothing lasts forever.
  12. ¬†Don’t worry so much about what others think! Their opinion of you does not define you. Sure, it might affect how others see you, but don’t let it affect how you see you. After all, you are the most important person in your life. Respect that.
  13. ¬†Decisions are so hard to make, but you can make them! I really, really struggle with decision-making. I’m always like “I don’t know” or “can you choose for me?” or “help” but I do make a decision, in the end. If I scream and cry, I’ll still make it, in the end. Just listen to your heart. Do what keeps it beating.
  14. ¬†You can’t change everything about yourself. There are some things that will never go, and that’s okay. You just have to learn to love those parts, as hard as that may seem at the moment.
  15. ¬†There isn’t a solution to every problem, but there is ¬†a way of managing them. It’s okay to have problems, especially ones you can’t solve, and you can learn to accept them. It’s alright.
  16. ¬†Remember that no one else thinks about you the way you think about yourself. They are too busy with their own problems! They probably think you’re awesome! ūüėÄ
  17. ¬†Growing up is hard, and scary, but we all have to do it. Don’t worry about it. It’s natural.

Thank you for reading this post,


Repeat [Poem]

I’ve been thinking about how much we are judged and examined in so much of our lives, so I wrote a poem on it. Hope you enjoy!

 The room is round,

Benches all around,

Sitting are faces,

holding their cases,

judging my routine,

pictured on the big screen,

on repeat, repeat, repeat,


and gesture to the lone chair


their eyes examine, ticking like clocks,

they only watch, they don’t talk,

and the room is round,

benches all around,

i’m mute, no sound,

their faces surround,

and repeat, repeat, repeat,


I hope you liked this poem,



Anxiety is a really misunderstood condition — and it is a condition, it’s not just the emotion some people think it is. It’s not one little thing that makes you anxious; it’s when anxiety takes over your life and you can’t do anything except watch it destroy your life.

People often tell me to “just do it”. Anxiety isn’t “just doing it” or it wouldn’t even be a condition. I find everything difficult, from engaging in social activity, to simply going somewhere by myself. I can’t just¬†get over my anxiety. It takes years for someone to get anxiety and a lot of the time, we can’t get over it. People just don’t seem to understand why I get anxious about certain situations and so they keep on making me feel anxious, and when I’m anxious, I’m also sad, which isn’t very good.

Anxiety can be rational or irrational and, to be honest, mine is pretty much almost entirely irrational. ¬†I can’t help them being irrational and I can’t stop thinking them but I can try and deal with them, which is something I’m currently unable to do because these irrational thoughts are at an all-time high! I have them about 9828032832 times a day haha… but sometimes they are triggered and sometimes they are not. The times they aren’t triggered are when I should try and suppress them but I don’t know how. I can’t just not think them, you know? If they’re triggered, they’re even less easy to suppress because the scenario is right there in front of me.

I really want to overcome my anxiety but I think that it’s not going to lessen at the current time because of the stressful situations I have to go to every day. This morning I felt like I couldn’t breathe because it was so bad but I got over it, eventually. But that was only temporary; to permanently clear my anxiety is more of a fantasy than a reality because I really don’t know how I can ever do it.

Does anyone have any advice?

Thank you so much for reading this post,


The Liebster Award!

OK so I did this before, on my old blog, but I got renominated by¬†everydayblogger101¬†(thank you so much!) so I’m going to do it again on my new blog! ūüôā The rules are a tiny bit different to last time though so that’s nice!

The rules are:

  • thank the person who nominated you and¬†leave a link to their ¬†blog which I have done above definitely check out her blog
  • display the award on your blog
  • write a 150-300 word post on your favourite blog that‚Äôs not your own. explain why and give links.
  • tell ten different random facts about yourself
  • nominate¬†5-11 bloggers who have less than¬†200 followers for the award
  • list the rules in your post
  • tell¬†your nominees they have been nominated¬† and give links to their blogs
  • make 11 questions for your nominees

So, part one, I have to list my fave blog which isn’t¬†my own.

This is very hard as I love so many blogs. I’m going to have to do three. The first one is¬†Rose. She’s my real life friend and so I know how much work she puts into her blogs. She’s very picky about what she puts into her blog so the final result is usually great. Her blog posts are great if you want something professional and just awesome.

The next blog is by someone who I’ve known for several years online and she’s someone who really understands me. It’s¬†MyMindSpeaksAloud¬†and I really recommend it. She’s new to blogging (I did a little blackmailing for her to start; I said I’d bring back my blog if she started one hehe) but her work is certainly not lacking! She writes beautifully and is actually one of the best poets I know so go and check her out!

The final one is someone that I only really know through the blogging community:¬†WordedInk. Her posts never fail to make me smile, though, and she is such a nice person, commenting on a lot of posts to make sure people feel their post has been read and appreciated! Her work is also amazing and she’s a really good writer, so definitely check her out.

I nominate the same people as I’ve talked about above; if you’ve done it before, do it again. ūüėȬ†

Ten random facts about myself:

  1. I have a fear of escalators after an incident where my coat got caught in one when I was younger.
  2. I have double-jointed thumbs, which sometimes freaks people out.
  3. I can’t stand tomatoes as tomatoes but I love ketchup.
  4. My birthmark is on my left hand and is oval-shaped, so when I’m bored, I doodle faces on it.
  5. I’m a dependant person and am scared of independence.
  6. I have a secret aspiration to run a vegan sweet shop.
  7. I generally go for savoury rather than sweet, though there are exceptions of course. ūüôā
  8. Me and my brother are only a year apart (he’s the older one) and, before my brother grew really tall and I didn’t, people used to think we were twins.
  9. I have a pretty small family — and I don‚Äôt see all of them because of family tensions.
  10. My name means sacred cow which is, of course, very accurate.

Answers to the eleven questions:

  1. Do you have pets if so what type and how many?
    Yeah, I have three. Two cats and a puppy — pomchi!
  2. Who is your favourite author?
    I love a lot of authors but my favourite is probably Patrick Ness. He’s awesome.
  3. Pandas or koalas?
    Pandas. Tbh, koalas are cute, but pandas.
  4. Which country are you from?
    England. ūüėÄ
  5. What inspired you to start a blog?
    My friend and I started them together as sort of a resolution thing, though she has a lot more followers as I deleted my original one… lol
  6. Do you go to a state or a private school?
    I go to college now, actually, but I’ve always gone to public/state schools.
  7. If you could be anyone or thing for a day who or what would it be?
    I’d be someone who’s like the opposite of me (maybe a prime minister haha) so I can learn how to be assertive and stuff. ūüôā
  8. What is your favourite game?
    Depends what you mean by ‘game’. If you mean video game, then maybe Assassin’s Creed or Sims. I’m not really sure about other types hehe..
  9. Who is your favourite YouTuber?
    I don’t really know, but I am a part of the Phandom hehe…
  10. What is your favourite brand?
    hmmm… I don’t know… Joe Brown’s are pretty nice…
  11. Apple or mac? (computers)
    Didn’t Apple make mac? I’m assuming you mean Apple or Microsoft; in which case, Microsoft hehe.


Questions for my nominees:

  1. Favourite TV show?  [And why?]
  2. Favourite animal? [And why?]
  3. Blanket or dressing gown? [And why?]
  4. Bath or shower? [And why?]
  5. Chinese or Indian? [And why?]
  6. What is your ideal hair colour? 
  7. Who is your ultimate bae? [Hint: me.]
  8. What do you most love about your personality?
  9. Most dangerous thing that you’ve ever done?
  10. What’s your favourite time of day? [And why?]
  11. Favourite way to have your potatoes? ;D 

    I already said who my nominees are so I guess that ends this post.

Thank you for reading,


Exams and Stuff

I had my first AS exam today in English.

I think the actual content was alright but after I got a call saying that I’d not filled in the front form. I had used a computer so hadn’t used the answer booklet at all (so hadn’t filled out the form) and the invigilator didn’t tell me to fill out the form, so I didn’t.

I’m really worried about what this might mean, I guess. I hope everything gets sorted out.

My aunt and uncle are coming over in the weekend because they’re coming to a friend’s 60th birthday party over here. That should be really nice; I’ve seen them twice this month, which is how often I usually see them each year!

Also, it’s my birthday in a week. I’m getting a fold-up treadmill because I’m swag; I think my mum is also getting me some Patrick Swayze films. [I might have accidentally seen them on Amazon when I was buying her birthday present.] I’m also getting a custom birthday cake from a local vegan Cafe. That should be nice.

I have two exams next week; the second English paper, and the creative writing paper. I really hope I do okay in them.

How is everyone else doing? Anyone else got exams coming up? 

Thanks for reading this post,


Vegan Double Chocolate Chip Cookies Recipe

I thought I’d share this amazing recipe for cookies which is vegan (and you won’t believe it).


(can make 6 – 12 cookies, dependant on how big you want each one)

125g vegan butter (Vitalite is my recommendation)

125g granulated sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

250g plain white flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

1 tablespoon cocoa powder

40g vegan chocolate chips


Cream the butter and sugar in a large bowl until fluffy. Stir in the vanilla extract and mix thoroughly.


In a separate bowl combine the flour, baking powder, cocoa powder, and chocolate chips. Add this to the cream butter and mix until a soft dough is formed.


Shape into a log, wrap in clingfilm or foil, and refrigerate for at least an hour (or preferably overnight).


To bake, preheat the oven to 180C/gas mark 4. Divide and roll the cookies into equally-sized balls before spacing them well apart on a baking sheet.


Bake in batches. Each batch should take 15 – 20 minutes to cook. Slightly underdone is best as the cookies will firm up when cooled.


Leave to cool on the baking sheet for a few minutes, then carefully transfer them to a wire cooling rack.


Enjoy! ūüôā

You can adapt this recipe as you like to create different types of cookies.

I hope you enjoyed this post,

Lia ūüôā

That Time I… Almost Killed My Mum?!

Okay, so when I was seven I won a dance competition. The prize was four tickets to this amusement place called ‘The Milkyway’. It was really great there — lots to do.

I was having such a fun time, as was the rest of my family, until one devastating mini golf match. I was doing quite well, actually, and probably could’ve won… In my defence, my mum was standing too close to me.

You can probably imagine what happened next. I took my swing and the next thing I know, she was on the grass, holding her head, which was bleeding. Obviously, I felt terrible and like I was a criminal. I actually thought the police were coming for me and I was really crying.

I went in the ambulance with her and she had stitches. She was more comforting me than the other way around… I was in a terrible state! She was fine after she’d had the stitches done but I really felt like a criminal.

I hope we both learnt out lesson: don’t stand too close and always look before swinging…

Thanks for reading this post,



I wrote a short bit of prose from the POV of courage — hope you like it!¬†

¬†It¬†always¬†starts¬†with¬†fear;¬†trembling,¬†shivering,¬†shaking.¬†Fear¬†is¬†sudden¬†–¬†it¬†doesn‚Äôt¬†take ¬†time.¬†I¬†take¬†time,¬†however.

One¬†step¬†at¬†a¬†time¬†across¬†a¬†high¬†bridge,¬†trying¬†not¬†to¬†look¬†down,¬†trying¬†so¬†hard¬†–¬†but¬†you ¬†always¬†end¬†up¬†looking¬†down,¬†freezing¬†where¬†you¬†are.¬†I¬†grab¬†your¬†hand¬†and¬†pull¬†you forward,¬†lunge¬†you¬†across.¬†Once¬†conquered,¬†you¬†can¬†always¬†do¬†it¬†again.¬†One¬†more¬†step,¬†one¬†more lunge forward,¬†until¬†eventually,¬†you¬†love¬†that¬†excitement;¬†that¬†energy.

You¬†never¬†try¬†to¬†think¬†of¬†fear¬†–¬†always¬†hide¬†it¬†in¬†the¬†outskirts¬†of¬†your¬†mind,¬†but¬†when¬†I ¬†come¬†into¬†your¬†mind,¬†you¬†embrace¬†it.

Though sometimes, it’s more easy to avoid me, because I’m a lot harder to come across  than fear.

I’m standing beside you always, pushing you to defeat the impossible.

 I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I’m scared.

Fear¬†is¬†an¬†easy¬†friend¬†–¬†but¬†limiting.¬†You¬†become¬†a¬†coward¬†when¬†fear¬†rips¬†you¬†apart. ¬†I,¬†however,¬†put¬†you¬†back¬†together.

 Don’t make me do this.

You are still pushed forward by my sturdy arms. I grip you and I don’t let go. I throw you  off the cliff.


You’ve made it. Just one fall and I win. I am strong and now you are too.

Thank you for reading this post,


Writer’s Block

Writing is quite daunting, really, because it’s not something you can just do. There are a lot of spontaneous moments but you have to have a spark to set it off — and sometimes, when we lack that spark, we get something known as writer’s block.

What is writer’s block?

Writer’s block is quite self-explanatory, being a block for, well, writers. It means that we struggle to come up with ideas and can stare for hours at the screen or notebook without getting any ideas.

What are the symptoms of writer’s block?

As someone who has this a lot, I can tell most symptoms.

  1.  Staring for hours without any ideas
    ¬†This is the most obvious one and what most people think of when they think of writer’s block.
  2.  Eating more than usual
    ¬†Mostly, I find, writers overeat because it can be used as a comforter until the spark comes back. Others overeat because they’re bored of waiting. Really, everyone has different reasons.
  3. Self-criticising
    Often, writers believe that they’re the reason that they can’t write but, really, it happens to everyone! If you don’t get writer’s block at one time or another then you are weird.
  4. Frustration
    Obviously, when you cannot find an idea, you will get frustrated. This can often cause writers to pull at their hair or throw their pen across the room.
  5. Inability to focus (on anything)
    They will be so occupied on trying to think of an idea that they probably won’t be able to concentrate on anything, which makes the condition worse!Note these are only a few symptoms – comment yours below!

Coping Strategies

How can you cope with writer’s block and try to overcome it?

  1.  Remember that nothing is perfect
    A lot of writers are perfectionists and this is quite often where writer’s block stems from. I have been known to delete whole stories because I was convinced it was awful! Just remember that you don’t have to be perfect.
  2. Go for a walk
    This will probably put your brain at ease and refresh it, meaning that, as long as you are not thinking of anything stressful, you should get ideas. Remember, if you do go on a walk, to just relax.
  3. Cut out distractions
    Often, people will say they have writer’s block but really, there’s a TV on here, a radio on there– and it’s no wonder they can’t find ideas! Sometimes TV/radio can help give ideas but it’s not useful when you’re trying to write!
  4. Read something
    I usually just read the first sentence of something to see if that can inspire a first sentence for me (because the most important thing for me is my first sentence). But seriously, just read something, anything, and see if you can get some inspiration!
  5. Take a break
    Don’t just sit there for hours — that will not help! Just take a break, it’s fine. You’ll think of something later.These are also just a few coping strategies, if you think of more then comment!

I hope you enjoyed this post!

Any suggestions, just comment below

Thank you for reading this post,