The Monster on my Back

I’ve had this written on my phone for close to a year, and if I’m honest I could never decide on the right time to publish it. But being that it’s Mental Health Awareness Month I felt it was right to publish it. We have all suffered for Mental Health at least once in our lives, and although what we’re suffering through can seem trivial to others. For you it’s the biggest deal and shouldn’t be ignored. I feel weird saying ‘I hope you enjoy this’ but I just hope it helps people to get talking and to not suffer alone.

There’s a monster on my back. A fat, ugly monster with dull yellowing eyes, Puss seeping out of its pours, teeth black and broken and a stench mixture of vomit and stale smoke, it’s almost impossible to ignore, although it can be invisible to others, feeding on your happiness, leaving only sadness and despair.

It can appear after a moment of trauma, from internet trolls, even from a passing comment from a friend or enemy who said it only to win an argument but instead it opens a satchel of insecurity and self-hatred. It can even take hold of you with no explanation as to why you were it’s target.

You may find it’s with you wherever you go. It’s there when you look in the mirror, it’s the last thing you think about while you lie in bed trying to drop off to sleep and it’s the fist thing you think about when you wake up in the morning.

It makes you doubt yourself whenever you make a decision. It’s ruins your self-esteem and self-confidence. It denies you the chance to think of a brighter future. It highlights the negative and overpowers any attempt to think positively.

It thinks by speaking loudly, drowning out support from other people, that it’ll win. But just because someone talks loudly, it doesn’t mean they’re right or in control. It speaks loudly because it knows it’s one weakness is if the host talks to someone, and it doesn’t need to be someone specific, it can be anybody you feel comfortable talking to, a loved one, a friend, a colleague or a doctor. But once that initial contact happens, the healing can begin. So my advice to you is don’t suffer alone.

There are plenty of people in your life who care about you, who are well aware of the depression monster targeting people. It’s not something to be ashamed of, it is not a weakness because the way you are feeling is not a true representation of who you are. Its a foreign entity that doesn’t belong.

Below is a link that can provide you with more information about depression and

A Beautiful End

countryside scene

Source Countryside

I sit on the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast wilderness of fields and woodland. Land that once flourished with crops and livestock, now overgrown and wild, lost to mother nature. The fields and woodland stretch as far as the eye can see until it meets the tranquillising sky, boasting a beautiful sunrise of blues and purples surrounding the ever intensive beam of the sun. What separates the sky and the ground is a thin black line that looks like it has been drawn using a well sharpened HB pencil and ruler. Keep on reading!

Fight or Flight

I don’t think I can escape this house without spilling blood. I live in a small town just outside of Bristol with a population of only 20,000. It’s safe to say that everybody knows everyone’s business. As a child I was what people would refer to as normal. I played football with my mates, went to school and misbehaved like and ‘normal’ teenage boy. I struggled through my GCSE exams and completed a BTEC National Diploma in Sports Development and Coaching before I enrolled onto a Sports Coaching degree; and it is at this point that everything went wrong. Keep on reading!

An Ass’ Tale

Whilst on my Creative Writing course I was asked to write a piece on a Shakespearean play or character, adding a modern twist to it. I decided to write a 1st person piece on bottom.


Source Bottom


I am an actor. The moment I left my mother’s womb and was given the surname Bottom I was destined to put on an act. I saw it as a deterrent for any form of mockery from moronic adolescents who regarded their comments to be that of innocent merriment, unbeknown to them that each remark slowly chips away at my already fragile self-esteem. Keep on reading!

A Day at the Beach

A lady is sat on a bench. Her face is raised, eyes closed, catching some rays. A man approaches the lady. “Excuse me madam, is this seat taken?” He asks in a friendly manner.

“You can sit here for a while, however I am saving this seat for my husband, Bobby, he’s just gone to park the car and will be back any minute.” The man takes a seat and reaches into his pocket taking out a couple of sandwiches wrapped in foil. Keep on reading!


Hello there, welcome to Chronicles of Wonder. A personal site used to share short stories that I have created.

I’ve been working on my main project which is a graphic novel called ‘The Arc’, on and off for over six years. During this time I have thought of other stories that I had wanted to explore further but didn’t have the skills necessary to do it until I completed a Creative Writing course. Now I cannot seem to stop myself!

My genre of stories seems to be directed more towards the supernatural and science fiction. I’m inspired by Black Mirror and Philip K. Dick’s Electric Dreams. I’m a big comic fan as well, collecting titles such as Batman, The Walking Dead and X-Men.

Right enough of me rambling on. I hope you enjoy reading the stories as much as I have writing them.

Happy reading!