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“There is another world, but it is in this one.” — William Butler Yeats
‘It’s 3 a.m.,’ I say. What I really mean is ‘I want to go.’ Someone once said I had a taste for running away, a superficial serenity of mind and a distributed intelligence that keeps me away from the...
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Car Parks at Midnight
‘Do you still believe in safety?’ I asked, slightly lost. Do you? Do you still believe in sleeping late every Sunday, anxiety growing on you like bacteria, killing time with TV series, everyone’s...
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Wonderwall
Our bodies brushed together. I was pushing myself closer and closer, not because I wanted him but because I didn’t want myself. For a couple of minutes I remembered what it’s like to be young and...
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Soulshine
We are all leaning on lamp posts, steps away from the spotlight. Who are you? — the child who is afraid of the dark, or the adult who is afraid of the light? Either way, you’re losing. The volcano and...
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Seasons in Full Speed
It was summer when, night after night, we fell asleep with fast hearts and hurried dreams of sunlight, heavy air and summer rain. You kneading my spine and pulsing through my veins, me promising myself...
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Lost for Words
How do you know you’ve stopped loving someone? It must be when you see them taking all of their masks off, shivering cold in front of you, and you take a hurried look at their cracks, then look away....
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Sharp Prose
Opinions welcome; let me rephrase – Opinions needed !!!11 (in a less desperate tone of voice) The following paragraphs belong to a story called Sharp prose, that will very soon be featured in...
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Mindscape
Another sketch of a story that will be featured in Strangers. Thank you forr all the comments on my last post, they’ve been very helpful! I suppose that I let a secret bit of myself slip out when I...
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Glimpses of Better
He’s been staring at me for a couple of minutes now and I’m getting uncomfortable. I tried to make a joke to show him that I’m fine, but he didn’t believe me. Of course he didn’t believe me. ‘What did...
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Deconstructing Life
There is a nice apartment over the bakery. It is inviting, relaxing, with an air of sophistication and maturity. It is where he first opened the door for her, and where she touched his face with new...
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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