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Imaginarium
from Badland, the draft of a new chapter — the first ones here & here She was feeling for the knob when she saw the light of his cigarette at the other end of the corridor. His words were still...
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Badland II // Descension
I’ve decided not to leave my Badland business unfinished, so I’m dedicating lunch breaks are late nights to continuing the story. I haven’t written something this long in a while, so I’m blindly...
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Nothing Is Ever the Same As They Said It Was
The street shines glossy black after the rain. Pavement cafés are crowded, and vehicles hiss by — their roars constantly approaching, breaking, receding. I watch them holding my breath, forgetting to...
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Waking Up With Stories on My Mind to Tell Nobody
‘You met me at a very bad time in my life,’ I wrote. ‘Perhaps I would have been different in the summer. Last summer was especially beautiful, with its own set of rules carved in stone, until the last...
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You Want to Talk About the Poems I Write About Us
Sometimes little things tip me into euphoria. Sitting at a bus stop at sunset, the warm wind rushing in every direction through my dark hair, over my bared golden skin. When I close my eyes I’m a...
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Badland // Ascension
“The world is not made up of atoms; it’s made up of stories.” – Muriel Rukeyser ‘A week?’ she froze. That wasn’t what she had planned for. Then again, it wasn’t her who planned it in the first place....
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My Mind, My Playground. Raw Writings for Winter
“I have fallen in love with the imagination. And if you fall in love with the imagination, you understand that it is a free spirit. It will go anywhere, and it can do anything.” (Alice Walker) His...
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Introspection
Write hard and clear about what hurts. — Ernest Hemingway When nobody was looking, I buried my ring in the sand and left it for the waves to carry it far away. I didn’t want him and the symbols of his...
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You Are the Idea of Intensity
“My mother taught me the distinct smell before the rain, the promise of cleansing. Didn’t anyone warn you I’m what natural disasters are named after? I am a river, good luck controlling me good luck...
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No Matter How Many of My Cells are Replaced
I write because nobody listens was the first strange little thing I noticed about her. She had scribbled – perhaps in a hurry, with a fountain pen – this phrase on the first page of a notebook left...
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Sharp Prose
Sharp Prose is a short story featured in Strangers. He said he was going to write a story about us. I took it seriously. Later, I found out it was. I was excited to hear that we could inspire...
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Organic Writing from the Cynical Diary of a Dreamer
1AM, ripped jeans, black, fast cars, organic food, a cold beer, trip hop, grey areas, stubbornness, a puddle of mud, breezy weather, warm fingers up her thighs, street lights, dark curtains, milk...
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How to Sneak Out of Your Second Story’s Window
November rain is cutting through the stillness of the day, as a reminder for them to be present – a reminder that they are finally together, even without much to say, and that maybe they shouldn’t...
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The Girl Who Could Be Queen
The old wooden staircase, the black bricks in the wall and the large plants on the sides of the stairs, all gave Mel the chills when she first entered the building. Coming to see him for the first time...
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Thoughts and Spaces
Summer During their first month of dating, he was so dazzled that he often had to ask ‘What are you made of?’, and his eyes were always wide and hungry. She would only smile and say ‘I have no idea!’,...
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After Midnight Magic
After Midnight Magic is a short story featured in Strangers, and perhaps my favourite one of all. Read the rest here: Alegoria Sharp Prose “There is another world, but it is in this one.” It’s...
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Alegoria
Remember Strangers, the collection Cristian and I published a month ago thanks to you? I thought it would be a shame not to share parts of it on the blog, because I want people to read it, and I want...
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How to Sneak Out of Your Second Story’s Window, Intro
After Strangers, I thought I’d go back to just blogging while dealing with my third and final year at uni. But despite all the work and fun it brings, it doesn’t feel quite enough. I want to write some...
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Piece of Mind
‘Now,’ she says, ‘get me out of my head. It’s much too quiet here.’ ‘Fine,’ I’d whisper, ‘where to?’ And she’d smile at me, with that smile of the kind of girl she is. That smile everyone must have...
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Plot Twists
She’d been racing with the setting sun on the road, waiting for summer to begin. Summer is always promising, and she desperately wanted something to believe in, something to keep her warm, something...
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