Xperia 0.1


Tessa placed herself awkwardly beside her mother. For the remainder of the ceremony the two women hadn’t spoken. Even during the after party, and the newly wed couple had their first dance. Tessa made sure to give her mother a wide birth. 

In her sullied mood, she couldn’t help but notice the splendour of the great Hall. It was decorated in a similar design to the ballroom. She suspected the reason the locations had been set up this way in order to encourage adoration from the civilians outside. They left the huge doors open, guards were stationed on either side of every possible entrance, of course. Soft transparent cream coloured curtains dangled from the huge door frame instead, and they blew gently in the breeze. 

Her brother was due to be crowned once the wedding was over. It was another grand achievement under his belt given to him on a silver plater. Not that she minded, she didn’t want to be queen the title was limiting, and she wasn’t interested in something that would trap her with responsibility over others lives. She just wished it wasn’t a weapon her parents used against her. 

“Hello” a deep voice spoke from behind her seat. Tessa had decided to sit far in the back to avoid any of the potential suitors. She jumped, and spun so quick on her seat that the man behind her stepped back with a nervous smile. He was pretty, young, and tall. His insignia on his uniform gave him away as a Knight of the Southern province of Xperia. 


To be continued… 


I’m calling this little bit of fun Xperia because I am typing it on my phone. It’s not going to be perfect, it’s literally on the sly writing fun while I’m travelling or waiting for something. 


Outside the air was clear, and crisp with fresh frost. Winter was blooming, and a thin layer of ice had started to breach the outer rim of the lake. The trees has abandoned their leaves to rest out the bitterness. 

Tessa had been stood beside this lake for many hours. She watched the morning drift by, as if she wasn’t really apart of it. Her mind wasn’t her own. It kept drifting away. It drifted away again as she recalled the events that brought her to the growing ice domain. 

Her grey irises held a slight purple hew in the mirror, as they reflected the colour of her dress. There was one thought that crossed her mind as she stared at herself. ‘I’m not ready for this’. She didn’t think she ever would be. 

It was time for her brothers wedding. A marriage set by contracts, and prearrangements. To a woman Tessa had met twice before in her life, and both times she had been anything but pleasant. Her parents had told her to make sure she gave the girl a loving impression. Or at least a sensible, and respectful one. It was harder said than done. More to the point why did Tessa have a leave a valued impression? 

Just as she had decided to stand, and leave her reflection behind, her mother knocked on the door. “It’s time, quickly now!”. She double checked over the maids work with Tessa’s corset, and long blonde curly hair. 

She was a stout woman, all her age showed in her expressions. Her hair, which was slapped back in a tight bun, had greyed early. She furrowed her brows at Tessa as if she had just done something unusual. “What?”. 

“I want you to pay attention, some of the invited are potential suitors” she started. With that Tessa’s mother rushed off down the hall from her room. Her heels clipped against the marble floor. Tessa chased her. 

“I thought we agreed to until after the wedding” she protested. 

“No, I promised after Loran was married” she pointed out. 

“You always do that, I thought this time would be different!” Tessa followed her mother into the main hall, she had not meant blurt out family private squabbles, but then again she took a moment after her mother had stopped to realise there were people there. 

Everyone was staring at them. Some of them were faces she recognised, and others were not. They were all dressed in their most expensive, and fashionably designed attire. The hall was decorated in all manner of flowers, ribbons, and kingdom banners. Tessa’s mother sat down beside her father, who clocked a brow at the outburst, and she said nothing more. That was it conversation over, her mother had won. By simple fact that she was to be at her best during the event. Tessa had unwittingly allowed her mother to escape the scolding altogether. 


To be continued… 

Non-Fiction – Love Island – First Couple.

My non-fiction bit of messing around fun. Jess, and Dom.


Love Island – Warped sense of Love.

She enters alone, unafraid, and confident. She is a woman that dominates her surroundings, and takes control. She is every mans fantasy, and she loves it. Her skin already tanned, hair dark brunette, tall, and curvy in the right places. Her choice of outfit wasn’t a bad gamble either as all eyes focused on her.
Jess was to be the first twist of the week inside this love making game. Five girls, and five boys had already coupled up set to ‘fight’ it out to win at the end of the seven weeks. Just to entertain the public, Jess was to be the girls first dramatic hurdle.
“In twenty-four hours” the presenter said, holding cards in her hand, which could only be the profiles of each person here. “Jess will get to couple up with any boy she chooses in the villa”.
The power in that moment was euphoric, as Jess witnessed each girls face drop, and all the boys snigger behind them. She loved it. The widest smile on her face, ‘alls fair in love, and war’.
When all introductions were done, the girls disappeared off to explore the villa, while the boys gathered around a small ash pit for smokers. With calculated nerve, Jess wondered over to join them, and tactfully play out the worry game.
“I’m going to be the bitch of the villa”. It was almost too easy. Every boy there jumped to her defence. One in particular caught her attention, though not for the reasons he would have probably have liked to believe.
“Nah, at the end of the day you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do it’s part of the game” Dom, a typical tall, dark, and handsome boy with one sleeve arm of tibal tattoos, and half a sleeve on the other arm. He was coupled up with Montana, the mixed race beauty who has just as much calculated sense as Jess. She should know they both dated the same guy, outside of the villa, at the same time. Jess was almost sure she was dating that guy before Montana was, now the ball was in Jess’s court. “But don’t pick me”.
Why not? Dom lounged in his chair, hands behind his head all smug. He was one of those guys that was gorgeous, and he knew it. However, Jess found it difficult to believe that he was as chivalrous as he was trying to appear. Was he just saying that so people would like him? To be fair Montana was dating Jess’s ex-boyfriend while she was still with him… So why shouldn’t she pick him? A little revenge could be a lot sweeter in the game. Especially just to watch the girl sweat about it.
The boys left Jess to join the other girls, and she left to explore the villa. For the first night she would be sleeping alone, but not before she got the scope on the couples.
First, every couple didn’t seem exactly right for each other. Sam, and Camilla seemed more like civil friends, Kem, and Chloe were definitely more friend than compatibly girlfriend, and boyfriend. Harley, and Amber seem oddly attracted physically, but personality seem lacking. Marcel, and Olivia were just nothing there. However, Montana, and Dom seem happy, but that may just be an act. Which should she start with?
She doesn’t really know many of the girls. Jess could understand why there would be tension with her presence, though now may be the time to get to know them. As night pulled over the villa, she decided it was time to have a girls night, even though the guys are there as well.
Things appeared to be normal, all relaxed except for one. Montana, she pulled Jess to the side, and asked to talk. She had wondered momentarily if Montana was aware that they had been dating the same guy at the same time. This conversation just confirmed it. Now, left Jess the big decision, does she get her revenge? Or does she play it safe with someone like Marcel, who seemed to take a little interest in her. Then again, somewhere inside she could guess what game Montana was playing. Make friends to keep the competition away out of loyalties… It was an interesting decision to say the least.
In the morning, the hour of the coupling was inching that ever bit closer, and Jess was still unclear on her choice. She’d had a couple of conversations with the boys, but now was the true time to get to know them. The one that intrigued her the most was Dom, that nice facade seemed too good to be true. Like he was trying to purposely be everyones’ friend. That is not what this game was about.
“How are you feeling this morning?” Sam asked her. What a great question, she lay in bed tangled in her covers. Her heart fluttered with excitement, but she dared not tell them that, so instead.
“Powerful, but nervous” which was half true.
As the day was kicking in, Jess joined Olivia, and Amber at the smoking area. From there it was easier to watch, and gossip about Montana, and Dom. He was lying on her lap while she applied sun cream to his arms. She couldn’t help, but notice the way she was clinging to him, as if marking her territory. The other girls agreed, joking with her that Montana might as well piss on him to save her time. That only enticed Jess to seek Dom’s attention more.
Later that morning, while Montana was with Amber on a few deck chairs in front of the pool, Jess made a focused charge at Dom. Using the pull up bar as an excuse to get him talking, and to show off her body, even if she couldn’t lift her weight.
“So who are you going to pick?” Dom asked her straight off the bat.
“I still don’t know yet” playing it cool, and keeping her cards close to her chest she didn’t want to give the game away. It was interesting to watch him make a weak attempt at palming her off to Marcel.
When the conversation was done, he joined Montana obviously trying to reassure the girl that Jess wouldn’t pick him. She could almost feel the dagger at her back.
The text had arrived.
Everyone gathered around the fire pit, and waited while Jess stood out like the outsider she was. Her hands raised to her forehead, face twisted in a grin that was either wry confidence, or nervous laughter. The sun glared down on the islanders, as she stalled for time.
“Twenty-four hours is not as long as you think it’s going to be”. Her first line to justifying her decision. “And all I can really do, is go off what I would have done if I was you girls yesterday”. There was a pause, either because she had nothing else left to say on the decision, or just to tease the other girls. “So the boy I want to couple up with is…” Another pause while she fiddles with the strap of her bikini bra. All the girls faces twisted into nerves. “It would have to be Dom on first impressions”. Montana’s face was one of total bewilderment, and passive-aggressive fury, coupled with ‘I fucking knew it’.
Jess bit her lip, unable to contain the pure joy of finally making her decision, and maybe just a little somewhere, pleasure in watching Montana’s face shift. Dom looked utterly awkward, but not disappointed. While everyone had that slapped expression ‘ouch’.
Dom stood up from his place, and walked to his new coupled partner. Jess giggled turning to Montana.
“Sorry Babes” She said, “It’s so hard”.

The coupling of Jess, and Dom.


Short Story – Self-Worth

Warning – This story may upset some people. It is only short, but I am hoping it does what I want it to do.

Note – This is not gender specific. I set the genders for the roles in this story because I am a girl, and I am straight. This doesn’t mean the story is set this way. This story you can change the gender roles, and you can change the sexuality setting, it is still the same for everyone.

P.S. – I also don’t want this to be narrowed down to physical abuse. It isn’t just about that. There are many other kinds of abuse, and it works in the same rough stages that I applied to here. I just used it as an image to represent all because it is the one most people understand.

I was going to put a picture with it, but I don’t know what image would convey the feeling I was hoping to go for with this. So, I’m letting the story paint the picture in your head instead.


Short Story – Self Worth
I sometimes feel her looking at me, watching me through a screen. I can sense her like she is in front of me through a window, but her eyes never leave the screen. She is focused on me.
She attacks me, every night, in my sleep when I am truly alone.
I am standing outside, the floor littered with leaves. They were dry, crunchy, and matched the colour of their original homes. Branches that stretch high into the sky. I am familiar with this place, I come here often.
I remember the last time I was here, the trees were green, and shining. I was with all of my friends, laughing, joking, and showing off the brightest parts of me.
The sky is black, not even a moon to shed some light. She is watching me. I can almost see her. Whenever I walk to find her, the walk is endless, and my feet bleed. I spend all my efforts seeking what her worth is. What makes her so important that she would watch me? What makes me so important that she would watch me? I want to meet her. She is so close, and yet so far.
I was about to start my walk, when some leaves crunch behind me. Another crunch, then another, confirms confident steps of another presence. Is it her? I turn, my eager anticipation pounds against my chest.
It is anything but her. I can feel her at my back, still watching me, while this new figure comes to meet me. He is all human, and shadows. A hoody darkens the features of his face, and his clothes leave everything to the imagination. I can’t help but feel a word slither to the tip of my tongue. Attraction.
He touchs my face, it is warm, soft, and inviting. There is a patience with me that I have never felt with another, the promise of complete devotion tickles across my skin. I love it. I want that. How beautiful a feeling is to want, and be wanted in return? He slowly turns me to face her.
I still can’t see her, but I know she is watching me. Can she see my happiness? Does it make her happy? Does it make her proud?
He whispers in my ears words I can not hear, I feel him mean every word. He pulls out a black cloth, and blinds my sight. That’s fine, I don’t need to see him to know that he is perfect. He will never hurt me.
I feel a tug on my material layers. They are not coming away, I can feel them still cling to my body. Why is he tugging at my clothes? If he wants something he should just ask. He will ask me right?
I hear a rip on my concealing shields. He is tearing away at me, breaking me down to my bare self. He wants to see me. For me. I know he does, he loves me, and I love him. He will never hurt me.
I feel her brow furrow, she is questioning him. Though she is not asking him the questions, she is asking me. No, she can’t think that way, he is beautiful, and I love him. Please, I promise he is just frustrated. I feel excuses slip through my mouth without me speaking. She just frowns at me. I-…
Something hits my arm, bruising my flesh. It was an accident he didn’t mean it. I swear, it won’t happen again. He steps on my foot, I do not cry. He bumps into my back, and I do not cry. Instead, I feel her rage.
She is gritting her teeth, shaking her head at me. She throws fits at him, and that just makes him irritated. Then more accidents happen. I feel a sharp cut on my chest. A warm trail slips down my body. She demands him to leave. He-…
The blindfold falls from my face. He is standing in front of me. He is no longer beautiful. He is no longer human. His form is twisted into something sharp, and demon. He approaches me, his hands are blades that slice into my skin with every touch. I do nothing. I watch as he brings his face to my ear, whispers words that spike tears to my eyes. I say nothing. He bites into my shoulder, drinking the life from me, all my energy draining away. I feel nothing.
She is still watching me. Now she does not fight him. Now she does not hear me. Instead, she just watches, her face permanently pained, hateful, and disappointed.
He pushes me to my knees. I am naked, bruised, bleeding, cold, and dying. Then he leaves me. She-…
The forest shatters around me. Leaving only a blackness, and a mirror. There she is. I gasp, she is beautiful, she is happy, she is me.


Thank you for reading.

Non-Fiction Piece – Love Island – Warped Sense of Love.

Er, thought I’d try this out. A little embarrassed to admit that within the last few weeks I have been watching Love Island… and as much as it is a load of crap, and most of the people might be shallow two faced b******, I have enjoyed it… and since I am doing creative writing for a course I thought I’d practice something. I’m going to write a non-fiction on Love Island. I realise that everyone has watched the episodes so they know what happened. Plus, this piece I have tried out isn’t the best because it’s just the introductions for now. I haven’t got round to splitting the really interesting stories from it yet. I wanted to practice writing non-fiction, and this is the best way since I don’t know these people so if they were to ever read it (though I doubt it), if they get offended I really don’t care. So this bit is literally the coupling up at the beginning of the series, it isn’t incredible, though I will say it took me forever, because the girls just chat s*** over the top of each other constantly. And the amount of times I heard “Oh my god”… someone please there are more words in the dictionary maybe someone should give them one. So… please be nice ^^; Here goes ——-




The sun was blazing down from the sky, it blistered down on the skin. It was absolutely beautiful. Paradise to accomodate the game to be played. The car roared over the dry dirt road, it left a dust mist trail behind it. A beautiful woman, skin of dark tan, large lips, square face, and dark brown eyes. Her body was model skinny, and she was on the higher end of average height for a woman. Her dark brunette hair swept back away from her face as she stood up in the middle of the roofless vehicle.
“Oh my god!” the tall pale blonde exclaimed, as the car came to a halt, and she climbed out in front of the biggest cream stone, and glass villa she had ever seen. This was her chance, and looking at it seemed like a dream. A wide smile spread across her face, and she joined the stranger on the dirt path, decorated with lemon trees, and grazing chickens. This woman was supposed to become multiple things in this one single moment, a friend, villa mate, fellow gamer, and competition. If she could stand up to the plate.
“Hiiii” the brunette called out, her arms never touched her body as she walked, shoulders a little hunched forward as if she was concerned that her open front black monokini would expose more than intended.
“Oh my god hiiiii” the blonde’s lips were huge, her cheekbones high, and big sparkling blue eyes. Her boobs were huge to match the rest of her fakeness. The two girls embraced, sunglasses resting on top of their heads. “I’m Chloe”.
“I’m Montana, nice to meet you” the girls cooed, and spoke over each other as the excitement of what could be classed as a six week bitch holiday was about to begin. “Oh my god it’s amazing” Montana admired the huge villa, while chloe with her mouth open in gasping surprise.
“Oh my god” – Chloe breathed.
“I’m so excited” – Montana carried on.
“Oh I know” – Chloe barely waited for her to finish what Montana was saying.
They made their way hand in hand, through the wooden door, guarded by large clear glass windows.
“Yeeaah” Montana released her amazement as white walls with colourful, cursive words greeted them. Chloe was bouncing to see more.
Heading through the villa, and out towards the back where everything a very expensive holiday could offer. Beautiful, clean, wooden decking that lead on to a round lounge area with a fire pit in the middle, an outside kitchen with an overhead guard, outdoor beds clearly prepared for anything frisque outside, and a smoking area similar to the lounge, but square, and extra deck chairs for more people.
A stone paving splits the fresh green grassy areas, down towards the pool which could be used for competition training. Bean bags littered the grass areas for a little more comfort, for those that don’t wish their delicate skin to touch ground. And a workout space in the corner, in clear view of the lounge, for anyone to sit and watch the show of sweat dripping from flesh.
The two girls gawked at the perfect holiday heaven before them.
“Oh … my god” – Montana whispered.
“How amazin'” – Chloe added on top.
“It’s absolutely huge” Montana.
They rounded the corner to face the outdoor kitchen. They both paused with surprise, disbelief, and little bit of ‘Yes this is great!’.
“Oh my GOD!” Chloe gasped.
“This is our home” – Montana.
“We’re going to be livin’ he-…” – Chloe.
“There’s a bloody infinity pool” – Montana interrupts.
“Oh my god!” Chloe notices it too.

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“Love this! It’s amazin'” Chloe repeated as they headed down towards the grass.
“This is gonna be the best holiday in the world” – Montana tries to at least add something new to the conversation. Only to be spoken over by Chloe.
“Oh my God, unreal” – Chloe. Too amazed to find more words in her vocabulary Chloe keeps admiring her new sun washed heaven. “Absolutely unreal”.
“Oh my god” Montana spots champagne left for the staring guests purposefully. Reflecting how the rest of their next six to seven weeks is going to play out.
“What!? There’s champagne! Yes!” Chloe shouts out. “How do we do it!?”.
“I don’t know?” Montana replies, looking, for the first time unsure of herself. “Do you want to pop it?”.
“I don’t know how to” Chloe admits, the high pitched squeal in her voice temporarily dulled out but her real voice. She concentrates on screwing her hand over the cork, and bottle neck. “Ready?” They both giggle.
“Right you need to undo the little strap first” Montana vaguely reaches for the bottle, but then relinquishes as Chloe keeps a firm grip on the bottle.
“C’mon girl” Chloe passes the bottle to Montana with her small encouragement.
“So,…-” –
“Oh my god”.
“-…You’re trying to find your man” It was more like a statement rather than a question as Montana removes the extra cable around the cork of the bottle, and twist her hand over the top.
“Come to find the love of my life ain’ I” Chloe declares.

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“Cheers” They both clink their glasses together.
“Cheers to Love Island” Montana drinks to her new sun glaring experience that may spice up something missing from her life.
“To the summer of our lives” Chloe held her glass out, her sunglasses glinting under the huge fire ball in the sky.
“Yeeaah” Montana agreed, and Chloe gave a small squeal of delight. The excitement too hard to contain.
“And finding out love” Chloe helds out her glass as if ready to clink, but Montana was already humming through her own champagne. “Oh imagine”.
“I can’t wait to meet the boys” Montana swallowed.
“What’s your type?” Chloe asks, still yet to take a drink. She would much prefer to converse than miss a word.
“Tall, blonde” Montana tried to fight the smirk that only left her face long enough to drink her champagne.
“Like a German, Dutch look alike”.
“It’s really weird”.
“I’m the opposite to you then”.
“You like tall, dark, and handsome?”.
“Tall, dark, and handsome, love, get them in there”.


A white vehicle designed for rough roads came breaking up the dirt path, another woman with skin already lightly tanned, dark brunette locks almost reaching her bum. A green monokini, that made her skin look that little shade darker. She stood up pushing her hair back with her hand while cheering her delight at finally arriving.
“Oh my gosh! It’s amazing” her voice kept light.
She climbed out of the car, all the while repeating “Oh my gosh” to herself. She enetered the villa, and headed straight for the back where the other two girls are waiting.


“Are you looking for, like, the Budgy smugglers, or for like the normal breed?” Montana asks.
“Like, I don’t really care-” Chloe replies, which set Montana giggling through her champagne. “As long as they’ve got something good in there”.
“OH MY GOD!” the new girl squeals at the highest pitch that could possibly have been reached. Her arms locked straight at her sides with her wrists bent out like she could barely contain herself.
“Oh my god” Chloe mutters.
“OH MY GOD!” Montana shouts back.
“I’m literally so excited it’s killing me” The new girl rushed down the steps, keeping her arms out for balance, as Montana came to meet her for a friendly embrace.
“Nice to meet you” Montana hugged her.
“What’s your name?” The new girl asks as they pulled apart.
“I’m Montana”.
“OK, Amber”. Each girl holds a grin that could kill.

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The girls begin an exploration of their surroundings, only as far as the colourful pink, and orange bean bags. Chloe is the first to sweep herself off her own feet. Almost falling into the soft material. She lands with a “Whoo!”. Setting the other two into laughter.
“Lovin’ life” Chloe giggles.
“I’m literally dyin’ from that” Amber smirks.
“Oh my god” Montana joins Chloe on the bean bags, all girls enjoying champagne more like a decoration to their outfits in their hands, rather than a beverage.
“Oh my GOSH” Amber interrupted, wondering to the end of the infinity pool, “Look at the hottub”. The girls relinquish their soft seats on the grass, and join her, though their struggle getting through grass in heels makes them look as though they’ll break an ankle any second. “I don’t want to know what’s going to go on in there”.
“I don’t neither” Chloe replied.
“To be honest by like the second week, someone’s definitely gonna have banged in there, it’s gonna be sperm infested, so it’s gonna be a no” Montana offers her fortune telling love prediction on possible couple hottub secrets.
“It’s got, like, chlorine, and stuff, so it”ll be alright if it’s sperm infested it’ll just go away” Chloe shrugs off the half-prediction, half-warning. Her quip makes the girls laugh again.


A red dirt car comes breaking up the dirt road. It carried a young woman, lightly tanned, with blonde, light brown hair, and a pink bikini on. When she steps out of the car, and the villa is closer within reach her excitement starts bubbling out. “Oh my god” she whispered to herself.

The new addition peeks around the villa to see who is already at the villa, and on sight of her the girls, Montana, Chloe, and Amber all scream.
“Oh my god, another one” Chloe speaks through the screams. The new addition holds her hands to her heart with relief.
“Oh my god it’s such a relief to see people” she smiles as she joins the gradually growing group.
“Hi, how’re you?” they all chime together. Chloe is the first to greet with a hug.
“Hello” the girl is relatively quieter than the rest.
“Hi, I’m Chloe, nice to meet you darlin'”.
“I’m Camilla”.
“Camilla, you need to get some champagne” all the girls return back to the table that cradles the girls liquid accessory.

“Are you all looking for a relationship?” Amber asks.
“I think I am” – Camilla.
“Love Island, yeah” – Chloe.
“I think so, I don’t know, I want someone that plays hard to get” – Montana, “Because I get bored, I get bored very easily”.
“That’s nice though, you always want what you can’t have, and that’s the issue in here” Amber delivers her philosophical genius to the world.
“Yeah” they all agree.
“That’s when the conflict will start-” she doesn’t stop to allow other to join in.
“Yeah” – Camilla adds an agreement in the middle of sentences just so she is part of the conversation without being forced to say much more.
“Because you always want what you can’t have” Amber repeats.
“I know” Montana replies, a nervous grin on her face reflects her doubts.

A white rough road car pulls up in front of the villa, it’s passenger, tanned, long legged, and blonde comes clambering out in her pink bikini. No words escape her mouth as she claims her own space on the game holiday.
“Oh my god” Chloe jumps to the punch.
“Hi girls” her voice a little on the croaky side.
“Hellooooo” Amber calls back.
“Oh my god!” the new girl cries out. This last girl is Olivia.

The girls now all gathered together around the champagne table having a little girl chat. Smiles have not left their faces once.
“Right girlies” Amber feeling proud to be part of a group.
“Do you know what, we’re going to get our beer goggles on” Chloe set the girls laughing again. “So in the morning, when you wake up next to boy you’ll be like-…” A cork pop interrupts the girls, sending them screaming. Chloe covers her hair, and braces. All the girls start laughing as the giddiness of the villa sets in.


In arrives the one with all the power. All the girls scream, or cheer, excited to let the games begin. Even though her arrival is the sign that rules will be set, and twisted into her own favour. They are all smiles for now, with one most important rule of the villa “To survive you have to be in a couple”. Let the games begin…

“Are you ready for love?”

The girls are lined up, like bidders waiting for their prizes, they are set to pick who they are betting will be the man of their dreams for the once in a lifetime holiday. A gamble that may twist their hearts, bitter their smiles, and swirl their emotions. The presentor of this dramatic competition presents the first boy.

A man, skin as dark as chocolate, tall, and a smile that would make most blush comes strolling onto the game stage. “What’s goin’ on?” it’s not really a question. More like a – look, I’m gorgeous, pick me – kind of statement. Sunglasses resting on his head glint off the sun, and his bare chest it open for all the girls to feel impressed. But… are they?
“Oh wow” Amber mutters.
There is a bit of an exchange, he throws out a few compliments to the ladies in order to take one of their fancy. The presenter introduces this confident man as Marcel. The girls seem to like what they see, their faces lit with casual smiles. To make his job of picking one of the girls that he thinks will boost his chances of surviving the villa, the presenter turns to the girls, and tell them.
“If you fancy Marcel, please step forward”. The grass is stamped with golden hearts just in front of the girls feet. Each golden plate waits for a heel to click onto it’s smooth surface.
A moment of anticipation, dramatic effect? That exciting moment turns rather quickly into awkward silence. Not one girl steps forward. Leaving Marcel just a little rejected… and somewhat ego crushed… His jaw drops when he realises the moment has ended, and no one picked him.
“Oh wow” he turns to the presenter, looking for some sign of what to do. The girls shuffle on their feet with embarrassment. Marcel can’t believe, that in all his confidence, none of them picked him. To help him feel just a little better, the presenter tries desperately to shrug off the rejection, and allowing him full pick of any of the girls.
But first, she turns to the girls. “Olivia why not?”.
“Don’t know, I’m just feeling shy, I’m waiting”. A model that’s shy seems a little too unreal, as her words fall just a little short of shallow.
“I don’t know… I think you’re very, very, very confident, and I was like, a little intimidated when you came in”. Amber likes to wear the pants. Anything that seems too in control, and knows what he wants, threatens her own power.
The choice is still his, whether the girls like it or not.
“Green” he points towards Amber, who gives him her nervous “Oh shit” smile, while hunching her shoulders up in bitter worry. They kiss side to side, greet each other, and the couple stand in watch as the rest of the male buffet enters.


The next hunk on the girls menu was Sam, his arms carved with tattoos, a white shirt, and short brown hair. He entered in a white open shirt, and navy blue shorts.
“Hello Saam” Amber shielded her eyes from the sun, as all the girls let their eyes mentally picture themselves with this boy.
“Hola Bonita” he replied, a cheeky grin on his face. He shows off the little knowledge of a second language he has, before admitting that, that is all he really knows. All the girls seem impressed by this. He seemed to prefer humour as a flirt tactic rather than confidence, though he didn’t really lack that either. He had the chance to pick any of the girls, even if that girl is already coupled. Though he would have to consider the rivallry that may come from that decision.
“Girls, if you fancy Sam, step forward”. There is a moments pause.
“Oh, I’m gonna” Chloe awkwardly steps forward, followed a split second by Camilla. When asked why, Chloe responded.
“He’s got a good bit of banter, a bit of chat, that’s what I like”.
“He looked really nice when he came out, and when he made a joke, that seemed really nice” the very innocent reason why Camilla thought she should step forward. Sam cracks another joke about his Spanish lesson, before deciding on Camilla over Chloe. Let the next man step forward.


The man with the biggest muscles so far stepped out from behind the vines. Harley. Every girl clapped at the sight of him, cheeky smiles spreading across their faces as they admired the muscular creature walking towards them. Amber even gifted him with her high pitched “Whooo”. He was paler than the first two, blonde, and sporting a white shirt, with green leaves.
“Hello girls, how’re you?” He seemed smooth, though he seemed to let his body speak more than his words. He does have confidence, though not as much as Marcel, though he doesn’t seem to have the same cracking joke humour like Sam. He is the first guy to be nervous.
“Girls, if you fancy Harley, step forward”.
Amber, awed by his muscles enough, and less intimidated by his shyness steps onto her golden heart. “I do fancy him”. To everyones’ surprise, as she was already coupled up with Marcel. His rejection couldn’t be anymore beating. Though Harley passed through his nervousness, found his lacking confidence, to steal Amber away from Marcel.
Marcel was place on the side bench, like a football player who pissed off his couch.


Rolling on to testosterone figure number four is Kem. An already tanned, slapped back brown hair that brushed the top of his neck, long narrow jaw, and colourful shorts. He is also the shortest male to pass through those doors so far.
“Oh my god I know him” Chloe leans over to Amber.
“Really!?” Amber exclaimed.
He carries himself with a vain confidence that knows he’s good looking. If he loves him, everyone must love him kind of attitude. He gazes at the girls, letting them admire not so much his voice, but his pretty face.
“If you fancy Kem, please step forward”. Another moment of pause, before Chloe staggers on one heel, almost losing her balance.
“I mean, I shouldn’t, I can’t”.
“WHY!?” the presenter exclaimed.
“I dated his best mate” Once again Chloe has the girls in small fits of giggles. It was a line that most friends, in most films fought not to cross in those kind of novel drama romances. However, this didn’t seem to put Kem off, and he still coupled up with Chloe regardless of past affairs.
Two girls had yet to step forward for anyone, now was the time for the pressure decision, as only one boy was left to come out, and one boy, Marcel, was left on the side bench waiting for the last girl to not couple up.

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The most dominant of the man group entered the girls sights. He was lean, tall, tanned, tattoos one full sleeve, the other only half, light brown hair, and sharp fangs. All the girls cheered his entrance, and oggled him, and his smooth muscles. He didn’t say much, again letting the girls decide based on his appearance rather than his voice, though he was very relaxed about his situation. He didn’t seem excited, nor nervous.
“If you fancy Dom, step forward”. Another moment of pause, before Montana, for the first time, stepped forward. He went completely against her paper type which she had spoken about previously. If anything… Harley was her type more than any of the options that had made an entrance. Sometimes what you think you want isn’t always right… But her opposite decision landed Montana with Dom.
Olivia, who had yet to step forward for anyone, was left with Marcel.

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There they are, the five couples set to compete as the best couples at the end of seven weeks. Hold on… The presenter wasn’t going to let this game go without a challenge.
“Everyone, meet Jess”.
“Hiya” A tall, brunette, brown eyes, and big boobed woman with curves in all the right places for a man came bouncing out with the cheekiest grin on her face. She knew, she had the power in this moment. As she stared at all the couples, and they stared at her.
“WOW! now that’s an outfit”. The presenter compplimented.
“Thank you” Jess replied, her smug confidence boosted. She already knew it was good, but the compliment just meant it worked in her favour, as the guys whistled, and gawked at her beautiful form. A black costume that wedged up between her bum cheeks, and dipped low, with a gold chain that circled her neck, dangled down between her breasts and circled around her waist.
Every girl, Montana, Olivia, Chloe, Camilla, and Amber all stared at this girl, the feeling of “oh god” striking their hearts when they worked out the maths. Six girls, five boys… a girl was going to be made single.
The presenter revealed that Jess, the snake in the basket, was to pick any of the boys she wanted within twenty-four hours to couple up with, leaving the girl already coupled single, and at risk of leaving the villa.


“To stay in Love Island, you have to be in a Couple”.


Pole Fitness – Competition.

Pole Fitness – Competition


I haven’t written anything for a while, and I haven’t posted anything small either for a while either because I have been concentrating a lot on training for the JLN Pole Competition.
However, the competition is over now, it was a brilliant evening, lots of excitement, and energy. Everyone was cheering, and very welcoming. All the way through the routines people were going wild, so it was easy to forget that you were competing. You could perform, and just concentrate on what you’re doing next.
The most important thing about performing in general, not just in competitions but in showcases as well, you have to enjoy it. If you don’t what is the point? Please, please, please if you perform, just enjoy it at least! If you’re not having fun, it isn’t worth doing. However, if most shows are like the competition, the energy just makes it fun. On the other hand, if you are competing to win there are a few tips I could give I suppose.
There was so much skill out there over the weekend. If you’re easily nervous, don’t watch kids, haha! They are absolutely amazing, but the kids doing any sport are fearless, and pick up movements with a snap of their fingers. That is not to dull the amazingness of them, because it is absolutely, but to watch them may make you nervous. Or it did for me a little bit, because I was in the category after them… I can’t follow that!
Another thing, eat something. Always, make it an hour before you’re scheduled to perform, but still eat something. Plain pasta (doesn’t have to be alot) or even one jelly baby. I know sounds really weird but trust me.
Another thing, do a mini warm-up stretch sometime, but don’t let that time getting ready make psych you out. Everyone else is in the same boat as you.
The next thing is EYES! When getting up on the stage, clock a judge, any judge and make that judge your target eye line! If you have smiles in your routine throw it their direction. If you have animal growling face, or I’m going to take over the world face, it’s for them. It is very important. Even if you are mid-move on static, or in the midst of a spin, find that face, and give them whatever look that suits whatever style, story, or song choice you’re going for.
Once it’s over, find your feet, and don’t forget to bow, give them audience and the judges a smile, and bow.

I have a few words for everyone who competed on that night.

Well done all of you! You got up on that stage, and performed your best, most people couldn’t so much as get on the stage, nevermind do what you amazing people did. And I know a lot of hardwork went into all of your performances, and they were all absolutely beautiful as a result. So! – Well Done Everyone!

If anyone would like to give Pole Fitness a try, Inversion Pole Fitness offer complete beginner class on Mondays. Here is a link to the website –

Another Stab at Poetry…

I was talking to someone recently and it made me think of this. I have also seen comments on other’s as well. I just thought I would write this as a see what happens. Some may agree with me, others may disagree. It might not even be poetry, but here it goes…


You made a mistake.


I pole dance – as a fitness – all my muscles developed, thrived, and blossomed – I am stronger.


I have a boyfriend – he loves me, supports me, and reminds me I can do this – He adds to me.


You made a mistake when you tell me

You pole dance! Wow your boyfriend is so lucky!

I prefer to save my body for my boyfriend, but that’s up to you.

Does your boyfriend mind you doing that?


Here’s what you missed –

Yes, I pole dance, that makes him no luckier than he was before.

My body is for me, and I chose to share it with him, yes, it is up to me.

No, because he’s amazing, but even so, that’s not up to him.


Stop talking to me like I am something that is owned. I am owned by no one but myself. He is someone I choose to share myself with. And it’s none of your business.