You've Got Male Models

A 20-year old prodigy heart surgeon, Chris Cahill, did not expect to share her apartment (or her life) with two aspiring male models when she finally gains her independence. A story in the process of their interesting (and equally hilarious!) adventures of three different individuals living in the present.


I write on a whim, and somewhere along the line, I have collected journals full of phrases and ideas that I use to spark a story. Got any ideas, feel free to share them. How would you interpret a JournalWord?


Gladiators, Bad-ass priests, Robots, Demons, Cowboys, Demon-Cowboys, Fast-food cashiers, Ninjas, Butlers, Pirates, Sailors... The list goes on and they all make me swoon! (We are instant best buddies if you feel the same, just saying)


Albeit reluctantly, Sarah finds herself with the responsibility of raising an angel after he crashes from the sky. Sci-fi, supernatural, and a little silly.


I'm a fiend. *cheeky smile*

Wednesday, 11 March 2015


JournalWord: Someone Else's Son


I could scream and someone would hear.

The gate is so close, but my parents are so far. And, besides, I don’t know where I am.

But I know, if I scream like I did that night they captured me,
Mum will lose more sleep.
And Nancy and Bill say they’ll kill
Mum and Dad if I tell.

But the gate is open
And the neighbors are out watering their lilies.
Someone will help me
Someone will take me home.

I can’t go, though, because if I am caught again,
Surely the belt blows will break my bones.
I have to keep Mum and Dad safe,
Because I can,
So I’ll stay someone else’s son today.

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