Dear Diary – Creative Writing

Creative Writing Stories

I am a little scared today…I didn’t sleep much last night. I couldn’t, too much noise. The air raid siren went off at 7pm when we were having dinner and we ran to the bottom of the garden where our bunker is and we have been here ever since.

Mother keeps telling me it is going to be alright, that the horrible people that like destroying things and our home are going to stop being horrible one day. That we just have to stay here, in our bunker, with our books and games and horrible, cold beans that are coming out of a tin and wait, wait to be told it is over. I know Alysia is right when she says we musn’t complain, and I wouldn’t understand the half of what is going on but I do. I know I’m her little brother and it’s easier to say that to me, but I can see what they see.

I can see the war outside. I can, how can I not?

I miss father. I miss him reading to me before bed, or kicking the ball about our garden after I’ve finished all of my maths puzzles ready for school. I wonder where he is, I wonder if he is ok…if he is hurt. My god diary I miss him, do you think he got my letter? I sent it 2 weeks ago now but I haven’t heard back. Oh what do you know you’re just a piece of paper at the end of the day, I’m so silly. I know he’s busy anyway…but I miss him…we all do.

Speak tomorrow Diary

Love Tommy 🙂

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Getting Back With Your Ex ~ Lost Cause Or Not?

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I have been pondering the thought of whether getting back into a relationship after, for whatever reason, you decided to call it quits, is a good idea. Can some couples go back to being the way that they were before life or eachother intervened with there dynamic?

Personally, I sway more towards the answer of no. I think it’s a lost cause unless the breakup wasn’t either persons fault. For example, if someone goes to university or someone goes travelling and the relationship has ended to protect one anothers feelings. I believe people can come back together in those sort of circumstances because sometimes life does get in the way. I think there has to be a bit of leeway with relationships so giving something one more chance and seeing how it goes is a good thing…however, if two people have broken up and gotten together more than once they need to accept that there relationship is a lost cause, I know this from my previous experiences.

When I was 18 years old I got into a relationship with a 27 year old, thinking I was mega mature and a grown up. Disregarding the other elements that destroyed the relationship such as the mental abuse and physical. I remember it was a downward slope when we both ended the relationship with one another. We did it, not once. not twice. three times? nooope lets try again this is working! four times and then FIVE bloody times before I was strong enough to accept defeat. It became the most mind numbing, pointless thing and it definitley affected us both mentally to the point where a year later I want someone in my life but at the same time I don’t because it scares me the picking up and dropping a person can do to another. So from that perspective I would say ab-so-lut-ley NOT to taking back an ex… You’re better than that.

JD ~ “It depends on what the couple have gone through – toxic relationships can sometimes take a couple of go’s in order for both parties to realise how detrimental they are to eachother. However I’ve known people to get back together and make it because they needed time to work on themselves in order to be part of a due.”

LM ~ “If the relationship ended just because of something like distance in a long distance relationship then I reckon get back together if your paths cross. Cheating or fallen out of love – absolutley do not take back but if it ended due to circumstance and life but there was still something there then absolutley go for it.”

BT ~ “If I got back with an ex where the relationship failed due to serious reasons I would be seen as weak. It is never a good idea to get back with an ex…unless there is a different circumstance.

The answers I look for in these questions are more to be debated because can you really. make a weighted judgement on something like getting back with an ex? I don’t believe there is a right or wrong answer unless the circumstance involes a bad relationship then it is always NO NO and NO, but as I have learnt myself that is something that is extremely difficult to do when you’re in love or think you’re in love. However, after conducting research and asking the question “Do you think getting back with an ex is a lost cause or not?” to others, the definitive answer was yes, it is a lost cause.

On my Instagram: tatianaxmurray ~ I conducted a poll asking my followers to vote ~ I thought the poll would be interesting as you get to click one or the other and cannot ponder the reasons, so people’s answers came from there immediate thought when seeing the questions. It was fascinating to get answers from strangers of all different ages ~ The beauty of the instaaaaaa ~ 76% of voters said it is a lost cause whilst the other 26% said it wasn’t.

So if a one worded answer was to come from the question it is yes, getting back with your ex is a lost cause!

Intent For Content

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One Way Out – Creative Writing University

Creative Writing Stories

Mascara, lipstick, lip gloss. Black dress, shining shoes, painted toes. Hair curled, hair tie out, no tacky hair clips or polka dot bows to be placed in her hair. That is what he asked of her, that is how he wanted Rosie to be presented…he was very particular… he wanted class and sophistication with a hint of danger. He knew he was in control and that she would do what he wanted. He held the key to manipulation… Money.

The cab that had been ordered for her pulled up outside Rosie’s home. Her legs felt as if they had been dismembered as she crept down her staircase, making sure she didn’t wake any of her house mates up. They couldn’t know where she was going or who she was going to be with. Looking in the mirror one last time and finishing the pure spirit that she had been drinking out of her mug in one, she made her way out of the door.

“Where you off to tonight then love?” The friendly cab driver asked her. 

“Oh, no where special, just out for a few drinks with a friend.” Rosie responded meekly, more concentrated on the now painful feeling of butterflies subsiding in her stomach. 

“Coor dressed like that! You look amazing!” he responded. 

“Aha thank you”, said Rosie.

The journey to the restaurant in central London felt like it took no time at all. Rosie wished it had lasted longer. She was panicked at the unknown world she was about to enter. But she needed cash and she needed it quickly. Her rent was due as well as the never-ending course fees, study books and her need to eat. 

Stepping out of the cab she thanked the driver politely and paced her way into the entrance of the restaurant. She saw him immediately … apparent as day light. He was sat up straight, pinstripe suit tailored to fit with a crimson tie, matching the glass of red wine that was placed on the table where his hands were resting, waiting for her. He – who went by the name “rockyedge72” on the seeking arrangement dating app – looked directly at Rosie. A smile appeared and a menacing mischievous look in his eye. He knew how the dinner was going to turn out. 

Rosie strode over, heart in her throat and pain in her chest. The only thing helping her cope with the thriving feeling of angst was the money, eight hundred pounds. This was going to help her…

“Listen to my instructions, walk upstairs and get in the shower. I will follow you.” 

It all happened so quickly after her granting ‘rocky edges’ wishes and moving the dinner upstairs to the hotel. The deed was done and the cash was in her hand. She wasn’t in debt any more, she could pay her rent and buy her food. But the sinking feeling in her gut felt like she had made the wrong decision. She felt as if she had degraded herself, ruined the happiness that intimacy was meant to bring to the parties involved. Maybe it was the twenty- five -year age gap, or the fact he was married and this was his filthy fantasy? Oh no! No. It was the exchange of sex for money… 

She threw up in the cab that had come to collect her and burst into tears…

“Why did I do that?”

We’re not just students

A Personal Perspective, Uncategorised

University.

It’s not just appearing to lectures, going to the library, studying in your personal time and submissions. Students will understand this. Whether you’re a student that goes partying all the time spending your overdrat because hey its interest free right, so why not? or one that enjoys being introverted, maybe with a book or a netflix binge after the popular cheap meal of a £1.00 pizza or a pasta and sauce…either way, after countless conversations and a couple of twitter threads with people across the UK and even some in America! I’ve been able to establish some regular, unexplained thoughts that a student deals with.

  1. Loneliness – this is a huge, however, strange feeling a student experiences. You can be surrounded by so many people, those you’re living with, studying with or going out with yet feel completely alone. I’ve felt like this. I find it hard to explain to people because you can’t really. It’s a pang of feeling that randomly comes over you yet overrides you.
  2. Insecurity – THIS is an important one for some people. How could it not be, we’re all teenagers living in blocks of flats or shared housing together – It is human instinct to compare. I did this a LOT when I first moved here… I did it so much that I spent hundreds of pounds on hair extensions so I could find some form of confidence. I have realised now since settling that to put your mind in such a negative space is dangerous, especially when you are miles away from home.
  3. Self deprication – As students we compare ourselves and our ability academically to others which is an additive to the comparison problems…it leads to thoughts such as “why am I here” “Have I made the right decision”…”They’re better than me”.
  4. Money – I spose there have been some positives and negatives to having 7p in my account…its a mad one but it is severely stressful to so many students – loans not covering your rent, parents are f**king skint and so are you, so you crumble under the financial pressure waiting for future employers to get back to you to pay you minimum wage whilst balancing lectures, sleep a social life and getting work done – Although I hate to admit it, having no money has helped me to focus in on what really matters, the people around me…the living not the life kinda thing. – I will always understand that unexplained feeling though… I get it!

I wanted to write about these thoughts and feelings because of the conversations I’ve had and the amount of people that have agreed with me is scary – but I have gotten them to talk about it, not suffer in there own mind and find a place of calm. There is a lot of stigma around students and student life, mostly associated with partying…but what about the rest? Sometimes people think we all have it so easy…

We’re not just students.

Intent for content

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p.s – a lot of you have been getting in touch from my instagram (tatianaxmurray) and I love it! That is where I am mostly if you ever need to find me or want me to write a follow up post about university, hmu! xx

My take on the gym

A Personal Perspective, Travel, Places & Lifestyle, Uncategorised

Okay, so…the dreaded gym. Well it’s not dreaded when you begin going and start enjoying yourself… I tell fibs.

However, recently when I have been in the gym I have been forming somewhat an opinion – or actually lets call it an observation on people.

For example…Makeup?! How on earth can some women wear a full face of makeup, full on contour, lipstick, eyeshadow and eyelashes to workout in? honestly do they not sweat like me? I look like a whale that has surfaced onto the pavement when I exercise. My face goes bright red and I sweat an excessive amount. If I was to wear makeup to the gym I could open a bakery from all of the cake coming off of my face. – I’m so envious that these women can wear that and look utterly perfect whilst working out, it’s not fair!

Another observation I found yesterday was the leg press. Now, we all have a little rest on the leg press machine because, erm its difficult! but this guy was full on sat on the leg press machine for 30 minutes on his phone – then there is me free willy trying to make eye contact so I can go on it and get what I needed to do done – you see I like to go to the gym as quickly as possible haha. But he literally did not move for the duration of his time on the leg press. There was not one leg extension or even so much of a movement, apart from his thumbs on his mobiles keyboard!

I love watching the men have testosterone wars though (I don’t observe from the leg press just to add). They all stand before the big gym mirrors, pumping there shoulders and chests as much as possible…maybe to assert authority to one another, i’m not sure. But I just find it interesting to watch because I myself would never flex in the gym mirror – I mean I only have cellulite to flex at the moment but it still counts!

My last observation would be getting side tracked by how some people look flawless whilst working out. They literally have the perfect form, perfect gym wear and know exactly what they’re doing. It shys me away from the weight area because I get worried i’m going to break my back or make myself look like a complete twat…I do my weight lifting when no one is around to avoid the embarrassment…I have also decided that I need to invest in some cool “gym goer” gym wear, just for the added affect…

Thank you for reading as always – I also am loving the communication on instagram – My follower count isn’t high but I like that you all interact with me on there! @intentforcontent

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Solitude – Creative Writing Stories University

Creative Writing Stories

My solitude had grown wary but today, yes today was the day where I would change that, finally. Today is the day where I tell you my story, the story that has brought me to this place and time to tell you all from a different world…

I had every-thing people would dream and describe happiness is. The diamonds, the cars, the watches, the latest technology and lets not forget the mansion. I had everything that society says can bring peace and happiness, I had money and security. But I didn’t have him. 

I was alone with everything we had built together. I would wake up with the pain of what had happened and an empty space next to me as I turned over. This was, every…single…day. I stopped smiling, laughing, dancing and cooking in the kitchen amongst all of the quirky hanging signs we had picked out together. I was a demoralising presence to be around. Yet I couldn’t change. They say heartache is meant to get better, eventually one day, but it wasn’t going to for me.

I watched them kill him. Watched them propel the knife back and forth, immediately penetrating through his skin and into his body. They had a hold of me. I kicked and shoved and bit with all of my might trying to get them off me, trying to get to him, my love, my life, before it was too late. My wail was piercing, I wanted them to do something, anything, stop it. They could of taken everything off of me; the diamonds, the cars, the watches and the mansion. I wouldn’t of cared…but they took him. The piece of my life that matched my heart and soul. The piece that took me as far away from the solitude that wore thin in my eyes and my heart from gut wrenching loneliness. I saw him struggling, saw him helpless, I saw him losing his breath, I saw him look at me as he was dying before my eyes. I saw his lips mouth “I love you” before he collapsed to the floor with nothing left to save him. I saw him die. 

They did that to him. They did that to us. Those four men whom had been hired as hit men to solve a drug insolvency. Those four men that were idiotic enough to be involved in a murder, let alone the murder of an honest innocent man. My man. Destroyed his life and mine. They slaughtered him as if he was nothing, they didn’t listen to my scream. They weren’t going to hear us out, there mission was to kill.

I waited approximately five hundred and two days in solitude before it grew wary. I was in unbelievable pain, silence and loneliness every day. Nothing I did was good enough, absolutely nothing took the pain away. Only he could. I needed to be with him, I couldn’t go on without him. I wanted the security and happiness that oozed off of his character back. I needed him. 

Which is why on that dark dreary day in Wolverhampton I decided my solitude was over, it had worn thin… 

I was found hanging from the balcony in my mansion, surrounded by the riches and lavish things in a home we had built together. I had so much going for me, we had so much planned for our future, yet it was all destroyed. Only to be found by that mail man the next morning. It was over. That’s it, that’s my story. That is how I died, wanting to be with him. 

Mind Our Minds

Mental Health Matters

Did you know approximately 1 in 4 people in the UK have been suffering from a mental health problem each year? Mental health problems can be anything from anxiety to schizophrenia and all are equally as difficult for the person suffering. I have been reading so many articles recently on male suicide rates rising as they feel as if they can’t talk to anyone if they are struggling. Just because a man is a man doesn’t mean that he should feel like it affects his masculinity if he is struggling mentally, because it doesn’t.

“The rate of suicides in Britain has risen sharply to its highest level since 2002, with men accounting for three-quarters of the number of people who took their own lives last year, official figures show.” – The guardian.

I have in particularly paid attention to the amount of young people suffering with mental health or coming to the irreversible conclusion to end there own life. It is saddening in so many ways and I wanted to bring light to it on my blog and on my social medias because I feel it is important to keep stimulating the conversation of mental health to normalise it and to help people.

I went through a period of severe sadness, I was prescribed sleeping tablets at night time because my thoughts became profound, I stopped talking to my mum and my brothers and my friends, I lashed out angrily for absolutley no reason, I was tired and unsociable, and most would’ve called me rude. Through this dark period I found a release through my writing…

I would say I was depressed for a few months, however, I pulled myself out of the dark place that barely anybody knew I was in. I knew that the storm was going to pass and that I could induce happiness through things such as eating right and exercising. It was difficult though I will never lie, even when doing the right things physically to help I did still struggle. Articles and social media recommends to talk to someone or ring a helpline but when you are in that moment mentally most people wouldn’t be able to do that at the click of there fingers. Talking does help, I realise that now I have spoken about my struggle to those that know me.

5 things I tried, in order to Mind My Mind:

  • Eating right: I cut out the bad food binges that I was subjecting my body too because it wasn’t providing my brain with anything remotely nutritious in order to stand a chance.
  • Exercise: This was a very valuable thing that helped me. Even though I was mentally tired I knew that the gym, a long walk or lifting weights releases the correct hormones (endorphins) which contribute to a less cloudy mood.
  • Talking: Although difficult, people needed to know how I was feeling and although I didnt tell them immediatley and tried to man up and deal with it alone when I did speak, even if it was only a little bit it helped me to release some of the pent up negative energy I was feeling. Going to my GP was the first step to me opening up. Sometimes a stranger is better than someone you know because they can listen and not feel every emotion that maybe a friend or parent would.
  • A hobby: I found my hobby through writing. I wrote and wrote and wrote. Everything I was thinking and feeling I wrote down. My drafts page on my wordpress account is nearly full up haha. But it worked for me and I fell in love with writing on my blog and have continued it now I am much happier.
  • Knowing that the storm will pass: I read quotes and kept in the back of my mind that everything is going to get better one day even when I couldn’t see it because my mind was completley unfocused. I felt the pain of feeling depressed and even when I wanted to give up and go I didn’t. Avoiding alcohol or substance abuse if that is how you see fit as a way to cope genuinley is a contributing factor to your mental health.

Now, I will never claim to be an expert because I most certainly am not. Im not a physcologist or someone whose job is to analyse or to try find the best way to help. I am a real person who has experienced a feeling of immense sadness and those dark thoughts that many cannot explain so I can sympathise with those who may be struggling.

Lets mind our minds together

Intent For Content

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Another World

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I have had two readings from a physcic now. I found both to be very different yet very interesting. The experience is a shocking yet calming one. I felt at peace and somewhat connected to this other world which was being provided through this woman. My first physcic reading I went to at a time when their was a lot going on in my world, confusion and pain but also happiness…

I walked into Odettes front room and immediatley she stated that two relatives were in the room. My grandfathers.

“We’ve been watching you”

“Your room is diabological”

“You keep lying”

“Your head is in the clouds, face reality and get your shit together”

Those are some of the things that were communicated to me through Odette. To be quite frank they were spot on.

I was lying to people to cover for somebody…who thank god isn’t in my life anymore.

My room was diabological…which for the record is now emacculate because I moved back home to where I belong.

My head was in the clouds because I wasn’t listening to anybody, I thought that I was always right and I could make a decision about my life when I wanted to…I needed to listen, I needed to focus and grasp what people were trying to explain to me kindly.

I was mesmorised for the hour that I was in this lovely womans presence. It was such a different experience and Odette exerted such a normal personality until these spirits (if you can call them that im not to sure!) came to the surface. She was straight up and you could see that she wouldn’t be interuppted. The way I would describe it would be as if her head and ears hadn’t connected together to listen and understand what her mouth was saying…it was interesting to witness!

Now, I know their is speculation when discussing this other world and many different opinions. Some believe in it and base serious decisions off of these mediums whereas others think it is a load of crap. I think both sides have valid points because how can we prove it through these people, is their evidence that we can see with our own eyes instead of listen with our own ears? But how do these people know parts of us that we haven’t spoken about…how can they make such vast comments about things that haven’t happened yet…

What do you think?

Is this another world?

Intent For Content

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Contentment

A Personal Perspective

My views on contentment have completley changed these past few months. I feel like without realising I was searching for someone to feel whole. However , I have learnt that you don’t need somebody to feel whole or content…

I hadn’t really taken a step back to look at how my life was because I was engulfed in a routine of not being alone, spending time alone or thinking alone. That was the routine I thought I liked or the one I was forced into. But life for me isn’t like that now.

I have fallen in love with my own routine and my own life all over again. I love snuggling up at night by myself and watching tv before I go to bed in my own bedroom, with my own thoughts. I love going to the gym alone and swimming or sitting in the steam room alone. I love the fact that I have my independance back as it was stolen from me and replaced was a shell of the woman I am now. I was being supressed which in exchange made me depressed . I had no plans for my future however now I know I have a future. I am strong and resilient and kind to others and myself…I am so glad that I am back…

Extracting the bad out of your life is a huge step towards contentment and learning that contentment is found within yourself is another point to remember. Don’t get me wrong I love the people I have surrounding me, because they are the right people, they can make me laugh and smile and take any pressure I might be feeling away. They are kind and helpful and provide me with a metaphorical place I can call home. They contribute to my contentment inside and out and I am grateful they exist.

When it boils down to it…at the end of the day, you are you and always will be so it is important to find contentment your own way…

Lots of love

Intent for content x

My Bestfriend

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She is strong,

She is beautiful,

She is powerful,

She is the kindest,

She is honest,

She is my bestfriend…

She knows when i’m sad and when i’m happy. She can detect how i’m feeling from a single message or a look. Thats what I love about her,

I admire her strength because oh has she faced things that some would cave to,

I admire her beauty because she has it inside and out, those close to her feel safe and respected, she lights up a room with her smile and confidence,

I admire her power, her opinion matters to me, she has the ability to set me straight and help me see things from anothers perspective,

I admire her kindness, anyone that knows her knows that she would do anything for anyone, she gives and gives, and will always make you feel included and wanted,

I admire her honesty, I find it rare in others honesty…but my best friend will tell you when you’re right or wrong, whether that suits you or it doesn’t, she is the realest,

I am proud of her. Proud that we have shared a friendship for the best part of 10 years. We may argue and disagree (sometimes more often than others) but we get through it and adapt to eachother growing up. We are individuals at different levels, but to eachother we are equals.

That is my best friend.

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