He drew on his cigarette and wondered how incessant electronic noise could coexist with silence. Loneliness consumed his soul. A room filled with only his body and too much smoke. Perpetual late mornings and nights, made of blue light and introspection too heavy to bear. Undoubtedly, his days were numbered.

Laurie-Anne has been writing for as long as she can remember and is only now ready to share her stories and ideas with the world… or at least part of the internet. A Cinema and Communications graduate, she has also studied Creative Writing. When she isn’t pursuing artistic endeavours, Laurie-Anne works as a Marketing professional.