zoehambridge : Writing

Mole hills, mothers and flying shoes.

Mole hills, mothers and flying shoes.

A Story by zoehambridge


All relationships, wether it's siblings, partners or parents, have their fair share of arguments, wether your sister has scuffed up your brand new hee..
Cold feet,lack of sleep and McDonalds breakfast.

Cold feet,lack of sleep and McDonalds breakfast.

A Story by zoehambridge


I have realised even in the most dim cold and rainy situations when you are surrounded by good people you seem to smile. Last night a group of us went..
After Is All That I Have

After Is All That I Have

A Poem by zoehambridge


And you can smudge my lipstickAnd compensate for my smudged mascara.You kisses may compensate the tears.They can drown me after.We can both pretend,If..
The harmartia of us all.

The harmartia of us all.

A Poem by zoehambridge


People are like water,we lay in a tranquil, peaceful state of togetherness.Because we are all that is there,And on the surface we are beautiful,And th..

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