Kate Edwards
Bio
I'm single, a cat-lover and a passionate writer. I have a BA (Hons) in English Literature from Lancaster University and have had a passion for writing stories since I was able to put pen to paper. I also enjoy eating cheese and reading.
Stories (3/0)
The Bad Thing
Helen I’d known Tom for ages before he asked me out. We used to work together at a pub down the road from where I lived in Bolton- 'The Blundell’. He was on the bar; I was a waitress, and whenever he thought I wasn’t watching he’d be looking at me. I could practically feel his eyes burning into my back most of the time. Everyone kept telling me how much he fancied me, always talking about me, asking if I was working whenever he came in. I mean sure, it was flattering, because he was two years older than me, and I was only sixteen and at the girls’ school studying for my AS Levels. I didn’t talk to him much at first, but I found out from some of the other girls at work that he was at the high school in town, and that he was studying music and played the piano. I like a guy who is musical. And I suppose he was good looking in a way, with floppy blonde hair that kind of fell into his eyes, which were blue, but I didn’t find this out until much later because he wore black square-framed glasses, you know, the cool kind, trendy designer style specs, and his eyes weren’t that easy to see behind them.
By Kate Edwards6 years ago in Humans
The Girl, Part Two
Phil was everything to me. But he blew it. I hope he knows that, now. He didn't understand at first, but I hope he's come to realise it. He wasn't able to give me what I needed. He was neglectful as a boyfriend for the last six months we were together; he never used to be like that but he changed. When he moved back home, to Lancaster, he became distant. He didn't seem to care about me. If I called him, he often didn't answer. If I left a message he rarely got back to me. When I texted him it took him hours, sometimes days to respond.
By Kate Edwards6 years ago in Humans
The Girl
I think about Laura every day. It's been just over six months but I still see her face whenever I close my eyes. It's true what they say; you really don't know what you've got until it's gone. I know I messed things up and I didn't treat her the way I should have. I know all that. And it's too late. But it doesn't mean I don't still love her.
By Kate Edwards6 years ago in Humans