Windz-O-Change

Vast amounts of adrenaline pumped into his system. The bass of the music pulsed in his ears, making his ear drums vibrate so much that they threatened to burst. He felt his skin bruise a little more every time it impacted on the tough leather of the punch bag. He watched it swing and bounce with every blow that he landed. The rhythm of his strikes became increasingly rapid until the bag was in a constant state of motion. The music bellowing from his ear buds began to crescendo, and the force of his strikes became greater alongside it. He ignored the burning sensation that flared up in his tape-bound knuckles, and then gradually took hold in e

Have you ever fallen so low, so hard, That you bounced straight back up, past where you were? You didn’t have the right, nor the reason But the fall and the flight became a blur. It’s true what they say; a high comes with a crash. But they never tell you the crash will throw you Through the air until you get pulled back down again And your face is dragged across the floor; your mind too. Have you ever found yourself craving things That you know you can’t have? It would be wrong. But you’ve wanted them for so long and now You can’t keep on pretending to be strong. Have you ever lived your entire life While neve

“So, this is what you get up to on your nights off.” Emma’s arrival catches me almost by surprise. Almost. She hasn't quite perfected moving silently yet, but she’s improving. “You’re still stepping a little heavier than you need to,” I reply, turning my head slightly towards her, but keeping my eyes on my target. “You don’t need so much force to go down, remember that most of it needs to go forwards.” I've been watching them for a while, from the rooftop of the pub they just left, doubtless in search of the next. She dismisses my comment with a lazy wave of her hand. “You&

I stand in a room surrounded by my friends and family. The faces I see are welcoming; the smiles are genuine; the twinkle in each eye sparkles with love. The arms that embrace me are strong; the hands on my shoulders are soft but reassuring. I move between everyone seamlessly, greeting each and every person I see, talking to them about the goings on in their lives, and telling them what little there is to tell of mine. I can see everyone, even if not everyone can see me. I don’t mind that; I don’t like to be the center of attention. But then all of the lights go out and everybody stops talking. I stumble through the darkness, rea