I’m Kel, a made-not-born storyteller who stumbled into writing and just kind of… stayed. There’s no grand plan here—just massive appreciation for stories and self-expression. Whether it’s a poem, a short story, or whatever spills out of my head, I enjoy sharing my work and seeing where my creativity takes me. This little corner of the internet is where my words and occasional existential crises live and breathe.

If you somehow ended up here, I have questions... but also, welcome! I write simply because I can and because I love it. No big aspirations (yet). For now, I’m just throwing my thoughts into the void, hoping they might resonate with someone, somewhere. Or not. Maybe my words will just exist, hanging around like that awkward friend who never knows when to leave.

Let me bend your expectations a little—my writing isn't exactly a soothing balm for the soul. It's more like punching a bag: your wrists might hurt, your heart might burn, but in the end you’ll feel somewhat lighter. Or at the very least, you’ll feel something, maybe a little less alone in the chaos. My work leans toward dark humor and a healthy dose of resentment, so if you're looking for healing... Well, I wouldn’t bet on it. But if you enjoy cheeky quips and a touch of horror—think urban horror, where the unreal creeps into the most realistic settings—then you’re in the right place.

A bit about how I got here: I wasn’t born with a passion for writing. In fact, I swore multiple times that I'd never take another writing class after GCSEs. Yet irony hit me like a brick, and I ended up taking English Literature at A-level. Why? Because I wanted to take psychology at university. Why didn’t I? Because my math wasn’t mathing. So here I am, an accidental writer who found solace in words after years of unintended practice.

Fast forward to 2024—I graduated from the University of Melbourne with a Bachelor of Arts in Media & Communications, sprinkled in some creative writing along the way, and now I'm pursuing a master’s degree at Monash University. It's got nothing to do with what you'll find here, but hey, it helps keep the lights on and funds my writing habit.

So, what can you expect? A mix of introspection, fiction, and a lot of unreliable narration. Take everything you read here with a grain of salt. Seriously, don't fact-check anything except for this sentence. I talk to myself (a lot), and I have way too many characters living rent-free in my head. If you enjoy reading things that might feel introspective but probably aren’t, stick around.

Maybe one day, when I hit my 40s, I'll think about publishing in a more traditional sense. Until then, this space is mine to experiment and overshare.

So, happy reading! If you leave here feeling a little more—or less—frustrated, I consider that a win.