You know what I’m talking about.

There’s that moment before it happens. Your heartbeat is racing, speeding up, getting faster. You lick your lips in anticipation, easing the dryness from the outside air.

Just one touch will send you wild. You ache for it, that feeling of something so soft, so smooth and yet so textured against your skin… it’s a simple kind of bliss. Your fingers have been waiting for what seems like decades to stroke what lay before you.

Breathe in, breathe out. Slow the heart, slow the blood that courses too quickly through your veins. You’ll get a headrush, or maybe that’s the point. Nothing like a good headrush in the heat of the moment.

You move forwards, getting closer to where you want to be. You see what you want and in that split second you know you just have to have it. It’s the only thing you want; nothing else matters, nothing else counts.

Deep breath in, don’t lose focus.

You close your eyes for the shortest of moments, and when you reopen them… yes, it’s ok, it’s still there. Hovering, waiting for you. You’re so close now and you’ve wanted this for so long.

Grab it. You grab it and it’s done.

That gorgeous white shirt you’ve had your eye on for two weeks is finally in your hand. Check: is it your size? (Heart beats faster, it looks a little small) Yes, yes it is. It’s going to be ok.

This is what you live for. The rush of the shop. The rush of the chase.

What were you thinking?

Read it, don’t read it. Let me know what you think. If you have any suggestions on my literary efforts, or on my own life in general, I’d love to hear it.

I’m currently working on a loose idea for a teen novel. For as long as I was about 10 I’ve wanted to write books, and teen literature will always have a special place in my heart. Being a teenager was pretty shit but I loved the books. I hope that one day I can have a collection of novels that can inspire other 10 -17 year olds in a similar way.

Other than that, I like to doodle words around and come up with short bits and bobs about how I’m feeling, what I’ve seen or just descriptive pieces of nonsense.

The thing I like best about fiction is that it’s totally not true. It’s all made-up and it can go wherever you want it to. I enjoy making up stories.

Often, I find real life out of my control – creative writing gives me a chance to regain a sense of power and work things in a way I want. Fiction is my way of moulding make-believe lives the way in which I never could, perhaps, with my own.

Thanks for reading.