Rachael

My Italian boyfriend called beans on toast ‘a horrible bruschetta’ and I am stunned tbh

Facts 🐈‍⬛

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Walked past a music festival playing in our little Italian town (here for part of the summer) and Cradle of Filth are headlining 😂 getting flashbacks of 2003

Thank you! 💕

My birthday cake deserves its own post 🎂

Tim opens the door. A boy, around sixteen, stands there, rain-speckled. Chestnut hair, freckles dusted across his nose. Just like Tim once had.
‘Mum said it was okay to come. I’m Josh.’
Tim swallows. ‘Come in.’
The boy steps inside, eyes scanning the hallway like he’s remembering it. #WriteCBC

Noah stared at the call log. Dad. Over and over again. His sister's phone trembled in his hand. She’d sworn she hated him, in fact they both had after everything he did. A floorboard creaked upstairs. Zoe and Mum in the hall, laughing together. His stomach tightened. What else was a lie?
#WriteCBC

Thank you to the Orange One for wiping out all my years of savings and investments in one day 🙃😭

The breath is close. The darkness thickens, no longer in the corner but inside me. Seeping through the cracks. Slow. Familiar. Icy water trickles down my spine. The sheets shift. My pulse stumbles.
I don’t move. I don’t breathe.
It’s always been here. #WriteCBC

Some random things I did during lockdown:

Befriended a fox who started visiting me daily

Had an ice cream van deliver to my door

Went to a VR pub with a surprisingly weird vibe

Converted my family’s old VHS home videos to digital form

Became obsessed with checking the garden wildlife camera

Watched The Substance and I can't stop thinking about how it’s a brutal metaphor for how we make choices when we’re young that harm our older selves. Also a commentary on how women are treated as they age. The last half an hour was insane 😂 So unsettling but so layered @coraliefargeat.bsky.social 👏🏻

Happy Valentines Day to all, especially my cat who has been trying to eat my roses all morning 🌹💘

Thank you ☺️

The door opens and I’m greeted by the scent of vanilla, old books and perfume. Candles drip wax onto stacked novels and a glitter-dusted leather jacket lies discarded on the sofa. Audrey Hepburn laughs from the walls. A lipstick-stained glass on the table is proof the night never ends here #WriteCBC

My goal for this year is to finish my novel’s final draft and start sending it out to agents. Every day, I will write or edit at least 500 words, no excuses. I will also celebrate small milestones to keep myself motivated! #WriteCBC

Thank you! Enjoyed this story a lot.

The door to the room burst open, revealing Ella’s long absent father in a tatty Santa suit. He fell to his knees, gifts scattered. Her mother's years of running ended here, forgiveness sparkling like Christmas lights. They embraced, the warmth of reconciliation healing old wounds. #5ActFestiveStory

Then Ella imagined Christmas cheer, strong enough to melt even the iciest heart. She closed her eyes and thought of family, friends and festive joy. The warmth flowed through the room like a river, fuelled by the fire’s dying embers. The footsteps halted and all was silent.
#5ActFestiveStory

Ella had no time to register her mother’s words before the windows rattled. ‘He’s here,’ her mum whispered. ‘But there’s a way to stop him.’ She touched her locket. ‘If we destroy it, he loses all power.’ But before Ella could respond, the door burst open and an icy wind blew in. #5ActFestiveStory

Ella’s mother dropped the postcard. ‘It’s him,’ she said. Suddenly, a knock echoed through the house. Ella opened the door to see a man in a red coat, his white beard streaked with soot. ‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘I didn’t know where to go. I tried to warn you but now they’re coming here.’ #5ActFestiveStory