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Colour pop

9 May

Bored of your every day makeup? Why not try something new?

I have always been fascinated by over the top makeup and used to experiment on myself, but recently I have got a bit boring with my everyday makeup. I decided to try out some of my bright eyeshadows to create some new summer looks for days and nights.

Bright eyes are an easy way to stand out from the crowd, so if you’re trying to blend in this maybe isn’t the best way.  Any colour goes whether it’s in the form of eyeshadow, eyeliner or glitter dust. For the best vibrant selection of colours try MAC or if you’re strapped cash and need a cheaper alternative try Barry M who boast a great collection. Shop around for the best shades and prices.

Before applying bright colours, use foundation as a base so it will be easier to get off after and use layers of mascara to finish of the looks.

Two tone eyes work well with any contrasting colours, here I have mixed pink and purple, framing my eyes with a lilac eyeshadow and using this as a base and then working over the edge of the eye with a bright pink.

Green eyes work well with lots of mascara, Barry M do a great selection of green eyeshadows, mix two shades for a blended look. The darker on the bottom helps open up the eyes.

Orange and yellow is something I would never usually be brave enough to try, the orange works well with the yellow by calming the colour down; the ultimate summery look.

Layer two blue colours to make the blue as bright as possible.

A metallic take on the smokey eyes. Smokey eyes have been around for a long time now, the key to the style is by blending. Mix lighter base colours with dark colours to create a flawless look. Here I’ve mixed white, grey, silver and black.

Two strokes of eyeliner give an alternative to a classic look. This look would work nicely with false eyelashes.
A brown and white mix together to create a mushroom colour, the neutral colour means it could accompany any outfit and would be a good everyday look.
I enjoyed playing around with the different colours and I love the fact that anything goes! My favourite is definitely the blend of yellow and orange!
Eyes are usually the first thing people look at, so believe it or not they are a great way to revamp an outfit. Why not try something different on your next night out and go a bit outrageous with a pop of colour!
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TV Script: Dance with me

8 May

This television script was written for my Professional Writing Unit, the script in 1250 words sets up the opening scenes of a Crime drama in the UK. I was inspired by popular crime drama such as The Bill and Silent Witness.


1. INT. LAP DANCING CLUB.

Establishing camera shot. A dark dingy nightclub with poles and chairs set out. A number of ladies dancing in skimpy clothes and platform heels are watched by the eager eyes of middle aged men. Loud music plays in the background, no clear conversations can be heard due to the volume of the music. Flashing lights. Establishing shot changes to a close up of a young lady with long curly auburn hair in hot pants and a bra. Camera zooms back out.

2. EXT. RAINY EVENING. CLUB DOORWAY.

Exaggeration on the heavy rain falling on the ground, camera zooms to the club doorway where the auburn haired girl is standing, fully clothed, sheltering from the rain. It is late at night, and the street is quiet. A man in a suit walks directly past the doorway but pays no attention to the girl.

SADIE (on the phone)

Babe, I’ll be fine, I’ll only be 20 minutes, I’m just waiting now.

SADIE

Yep, see you soon babe (pause) no I won’t be late tonight (pause) yes I love you too.

SADIE puts her phone in her pocket as a black cab screeches round the corner and pulls up in front of the club; she runs through the puddles and opens the taxi door.

Lightning and thunder in the distance.

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TITLES & CREDITS

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Think before you ink

8 May

After reading an article in a magazine, I was re- faced with the question of do I actually want a tattoo? I know exactly what I want but the main problem is that I’m dead scared of needles and pain! (So yes pretty useless). Even the sound and thought of the machinery makes me cringe, let alone actually sitting down to have one!

There are more than 2,000 tattoo and piercing parlours in the UK. 1 in 8 adults over the aged of 18 have a piercing somewhere other than their earlobe. and in the USA 50% of over 21s have a tattoo! The growing popularity of tattoos means that the stats are sure to reach that high in the UK soon. Programmes such as Miami Ink and London Ink have helped towards the rising statistics, pushing the body art mainstream.

A tattoo for most is a way of expressing their individuality, people want something that is personal to them or something that relates to a personal achievement or special occasion.  There is one problem with our culture and that is the fact that is that we are living in a celebrity endorsed world. Some people will go into a parlour to copy a piercing or tattoo of their favorite celebrity. That is fair enough, but remember that is likely to go out of fashion and could make people regret having them done in the first place.  A lot of tattooists today will refuse to copy a Cheryl Cole-esque tattoo and you may find yourself getting turned away.In my opinion a tattoo should be unique and have a story behind it.

Today many people refer to their art as a collection, it is said once you get one you wont stop and that body art can be an addiction. A tattoo is a way of expressing yourself but if your’e finding yourself planning one after you’ve just had one done you will most likely be getting one for the wrong reason.

So if you are thinking about getting a tattoo why not go in to a shop and talk over what you would like and where before making the big decision.  Search through Google to learn the procedures and do a bit of background reading. It’s something that will be with you for life (unless you have lots of money to get it removed when you’re old and wrinkly). Ask someone that already has a tattoo to recommend a place to get one done. It may sound silly but why not try a henna before hand just to make sure you’re happy with your chosen design.

And remember a tattoo WILL hurt. So think before you ink!

Story time – Bully

4 May

As part of our Professional Writing we were required to write a 1000 word story on any subject of our choice.

The story deals with real life issues of sexual and physical abuse means it can be presented anywhere that includes real life stories.

The story is aimed towards anyone that knows of anyone or has ever been involved with abuse at any time. The subject was chosen due to it being an issue that is very much prevalent in the news today. It is there to teach a lesson and provide help for its readers.

Research on the internet proved to be very successful when writing the story, it allowed a great insight of other people’s abuse stories and the hurt and anger they had gone through within their relationships.

He held my hand tight squeezing it as he dragged me through the front door. I didn’t want to go in but he insisted it would be fine and otherwise I was dressed up for no reason.  Billy wasn’t the possessive type which I was thankful for, it was almost as if he wanted to show me off to his friends.

As I walked through the door the smell of marijuana hit my nose, the air was thick with smoke. Mum would definitely be mad at me; she was expecting me home in an hour or two.

“Come on babe,” Bill tugged at my dress and led me through to the living room. I had told him I had a piercing headache, but my excuses soon ran dry and I had been forced to accompany him to the party.

“Stay here, I won’t be a sec.”

I sat down on the sofa as Bill went upstairs leaving me alone. I was used to it. The music in the house shook the walls. My head pulsated as I tried to ignore the drum and bass and concentrate on other things.  A small fresh-faced blonde girl came and sat beside me on the other side of the cigarette burned sofa. I introduced myself. Sophie was the girlfriend of one of Bill’s friends. Bill had never spoken about her before. She seemed kind hearted; her voice was soft and timid.

I felt more comfortable at the party. I ignored the music and spoke with Sophie.

“Wow this is gorgeous,” I said as I admired Sophie’s silver charm necklace which coiled round her neck.

“Thanks.”

As I looked at each charm individually, Sophie smiled pleasantly. As she continued to show me her dress strap fell down revealing a raw purple bruise on her shoulder. She shuddered away from me. I didn’t say anything. Our eyes glanced at one another. Moments passed before a group of boys entered the room.

“Alright ladies, we’re going now, hurry up,” Bill’s voice suddenly brought my headache back on.

As he dragged me out the door I smiled at Sophie, unable to say a proper goodbye.  Bill insisted I stay at his tonight. I knew Mum would be mad but there would be no point in saying no.

I didn’t look forward to the weekends much; I preferred being in college, spending time studying, I dreamed of getting into University next year. But Billy preferred I didn’t talk about it, and for me it was easier that way.  He always said I was wasting my time.

Bill’s eyes were glared and his stare pierced my skin as he forced me to get into bed. I daren’t argue I knew he had been taking drugs at the party.

I lay in bed, fully clothed. I hoped Bill would fall asleep or pass out in the bathroom, but I could hear him in the kitchen. I had half drifted off until I felt his tight grip around my body.

“Come on princess.”

Billy pulled me towards him resting his hands on my lower back, my body stiffened as he slowly pulled my dress up. I wasn’t in the mood. He grabbed my waist pulling me closer and locking his lips to mine, he moved slowly to my neck; the kissing became rough and unnecessary.

I tried to struggle free, pleading with him that I was not in the mood; that was no good. His cold hands ran over my body, every touch making me shudder with fear as he thrust his body towards mine. I felt his hand against my cheek with a burning slap. As I tried to get away from him and leave the room he grabbed me and head-butted me to the bed. I cowered away from him, holding my tender head. I lay under him crying, utterly desperate for him to stop, my face red and swollen. After Bill had fallen asleep I tried to leave, but he had locked the door. I sat in the bathroom like a prisoner, contained between four walls, towering above me.  Without thinking I grabbed a razor blade off the side.  I pressed the tip hard into my skin but the pain didn’t break through the numbness I was feeling. Crimson red blood poured out from my wrist and my breath became shaky. I can’t do this. I felt helpless.

The next morning Billy woke me up with breakfast. I forced down some toast with a fake smile, each crumb of toast repeatedly scratched my throat; it was sore from where I had cried myself to sleep. I was scared to go home, Mum was sure to say something about the raw purple bruises on my cheek and forehead. Billy left me to eat while he went to shower. Without thinking twice I left a note on the side, and went through his jean pockets to find the keys to let myself out of the house. I caught a glance of my reflection as I left.

Tears began to prickle down my cheeks as I left the complex, my pocket vibrated and an unknown number flashed on the screen, composing myself I answered.

“Hello Lauren,” a muffled voice said. “It’s Sophie, from the party.”

“Oh hi, how are you?” I was pleasantly surprised.

“I got you’re number from Jake’s phone, I was wondering if you could do me a favour,” she paused

“Yeah, anything?”

“I need someone to come to the police station with me,” she paused again.

My mind clogged itself with images of last night, did she know? Had Bill already told Jake what had happened last night? Surely not?  I panicked.

“Lauren, are you there, this is important to me, Jake hurt me last night, he split my lip and I had to go to accident and emergency, I met a really nice lady, we’re not alone Lauren, we can get help.”

Had she just said “we”?  I was so confused; my head went into overdrive as Lauren arranged a place to meet. The morning frost stung my cheek as the salty tears streamed down my face.  Before I knew it I was running towards Pine Park, I fought back the tears as Sophie came into view. She stood up from the park bench and threw her arms round me. We stood there for minute before either of us said anything. I had met Lauren the night before, yet it felt like I had known her all my life. We were both in pain. Her once vibrant face was hidden behind bruises and stitches; she passed me a tissue as we stood studying one another’s battered faces.

“We’re not alone.” Sophie repeated.

“Let’s go,” I replied

I didn’t want this for my life; I was ready to take a stand.

“Interview conducted at 18:40 Tuesday February 24th.

Mr Billy Davis we have evidence to believe that you have been abusing Lauren Hodges for the past year in your relationship. You have used your power to gain and uphold total control over your victim. You abused Lauren physically, sexually and verbally to the extent where she self harmed in the hope to kill herself and end the violence you have forced upon her.”

“You are a bully Billy Davis.”

Fruity fun

10 Apr

The sun is shining outside so what better excuse to use my mum’s new juicer to make a refreshing fruity drink to enjoy in the afternoon sun rays.

All you will need:
Strawberries
Passion Fruit
Apples
Grapes
Tropical/Apple juice
Ice

Make sure you wash all of you’re fruit before popping it in the juicer, then juice away to make a yummy juice drink. For extra sweetness mix with a ready made juice to stretch out the portions. If you’re in a smoothie mood you could try adding frozen yoghurt or sorbet to thicken the drink up.

Finish with lots of ice and a slice of fruit to decorate, and if your’e pushing the boat out a pretty umbrella for a special touch. Now enjoy the afternoon sun in the garden with the latest copy of Cosmo!

I don’t usually follow a recipe and find most fruits mix well, but if  your’e feeling a little more inventive why not have a look at some recipes  at: www.smoothieweb.com (there’s a great selection of alcoholic ones as well, why not try one for a warm evening treat!)

My fruity fun

Story time – Sunshine

28 Mar

The other day after watching One born every minute on Channel 4 a short story idea came into my mind. It probably needs a lot of polishing, but this is how the first draft turned out:


The warmth of the sun peeps under the blinds as I lay waiting for Jake to awaken. He was late home from work last night so I decided to wait for him. It must have been past 2 when he came home, he slowly undressed and climbed into bed, laying next to me and slowly stroking my head. I didn’t stir. I didn’t fall asleep for about an hour because his intricate breathe kept me awake.

Jake and I have been going strong for 3 years now; I knew straight away we were well matched. His kindness overwhelmed me and it was clear he thought the world of me and me of him.

“Darling, how long have you been awake?”

“Not long,” I lied

The truth was I hadn’t slept well last night at all.

It has been over a year since I lost my first baby- Sunshine- but Jake preferred me calling her baby. I knew straight away when I was pregnant, my stomach had a different firmness to it and slight twinges made my body feel weak. 3 months passed and Jake had driven me to have my scan. The memory is vivid in my mind like it was yesterday. The doctor’s face turned pale as she frantically ran the ultrasound apparatus across my stomach.

“Wait here,” she said

Jake’s clench on my hand became clammy as his grin turned upside down. The wetness of his hand scared me. The doctor returned with another person- their face blurred and distorted. My mind became blank and Jake’s grip on me was lost as the numbness of my body took over me.

Her face screwed up as my numb body studied her facial expressions.

“Sorry,” she whispered

The coldness of my tears turned my body to ice contrasted with my throbbing hand where Jake clenched it so tight.

I didn’t leave our house for nearly a week, I couldn’t face the outside world- the sun rays. I often sat in her room, the soft lemon of the walls helped to soothe my mind. I often stared at myself in the mirror, studying the expressionless look that overwhelmed my face. The gap at the bottom of the blind often allowed the sun to poke through.

Things were different now; I had learnt to accept the hurt that over took my heart. I felt lost but it was if I had started to find myself again. Jake is a gem he helped me through my hurt.

Jake watched me as I peed on the stick, his blue eyes widened and I could sense his nervousness. I left the stick on the side before dipping into the bath that had been run for me.

The bubbles in the water caressed my body as I plunged into the water; a shiver ran through me as a single tear streamed down my cheek. It was the first time I had cried since her. The morning sun peeped through the open crack of the window. A cold breeze accompanied the sun and froze the tears as they slowly and simultaneously ran down my cheek.

The door handle turned and Jake poked his head round the door, his smile sending a sudden twinge through my body.

“Shall I?” he asked

I slowly lifted my legs, grabbing my hand around my knees as my body shrunk into a ball. I hadn’t been able to feel like this before.

Jake sat on the rim of the bath next to me, and slowly picked up the test- a twinge forced my body into spasm as the bath water rippled around me.

“You’re pregnant darling- we’re having a baby.”

The twinge struck again, as strong as a lightning bolt from the top of my body to my toes- It felt right this time- real- I thought as I clenched my smooth, firmed stomach. Jake clenched me in his arms as a final tear ran down my cheek.

“Let’s go out and celebrate, get some lunch or something, it’s a nice day and the sun is shining.”

“Sounds perfect,” I said smiling.

Patterned language

28 Mar

Last year we were required to write either 2 sonnets or a collection of limericks. I chose to focus on the sonnets after studying a number Shakespeare’s famous sonnets at A-Level.  Here’s my attempt at keeping to the conventional sonnet format:

Sonnet 1

My love for him is true but also rare,

His dazzling voice is music to my ears.

With each other many good times we share

Never would he hurt or bring me to tears.

The other man not special at all,

From him I did not get any pleasure,

He was a mistake, and I am a fool

It meant nothing it was out of leisure.

Though my secret love affair, that one night

Did make it clear and help me to notice

I wish to stay forever if I might,

With my true love and his meaningful kiss.

The furtive affair made it clear to me

That forever my love and I will be.

Sonnet 2

My lovers’ seductive eyes sparkle bright,

Forever with her I wish to remain.

When I lay close and next to her at night,

I think of when she entered my domain.

To the human eye she is seen faultless,

I know the truth of what lies beneath,

I want her to admit and to confess;

Her unfaithful actions cause me great grief.

I take pleasure in the times we do share

I am drunk with love, could never conspire.

Her sordid secrets do make my heart tear,

I dare to tell and be named a liar.

I believe it better if I forget

And be consumed by love like when we met.