• Fiction.
  • Baked.

      Baked. The sun crackled, singeing her skin. She drank in the heat, letting it hit the depths of her lungs as it enveloped her, invading her body with its stifling smother. She opened one eye and saw her feathery lashes in the reflection of her sunglasses. They were curved, covered in a thick black […]

  • Fiction.
  • Tumble.

      Tumble. Every week he would arm me with the same headphones and a new track of calming. The voice would resonate within my ear, encasing all air beneath the padded earpiece as it commanded, twisting feathery wisps along my ear canal, shuddering the eardrum, dispatching its schemes right into my inner ear. His legs […]

  • Fiction.
  • Bloom.

      Bloom. This time he bought me roses. Their razor thorns grazed his face when I cracked them across his skull. They swung so smoothly through the air, whistling as they went. Twelve bunches of flowers in the last sixty-four days. But the roses were lavish. She must have been special. His guilt oozed from […]

  • Fiction.
  • I see you.

      Lunchtime. It was burning my mouth much more than usual. Its flame whispered through the gaps above my gums and swam along the back of my tongue until it hit the tip of my oesophagus and stained my tonsils with its clinical tang. I spat it out just as the tears threatened to spill […]

  • Fiction.
  • Happy Feet.

      The Audition. The red door stood stark against a street of black counterparts. It was the exact shade of the virtual lipstick signature that sat at the end of the email she’d sent. She called herself Darling. I leant towards the lacquered wood and heard only space behind it. I glanced again at the […]

  • Fiction.
  • Dirty Laundry.

        Dirty Laundry. The bell on the launderette door chinked as the man in the suit slinked inside. He was smartly dressed to the most meticulous detail; his cufflinks polished, the pleats of his trousers crisp, his finely crafted Saville Row suit not the kind one might usually see in a place such as […]

  • Fiction.
  • Clock watching.

      Waiting for No Man. Mr Dufour looked at the line of people; several days worth easily, perhaps even weeks. They snaked between the weighty columns of the room and bent out of the door. He couldn’t see the end of the queue outside, but he knew it was forever growing. When he first started […]

  • Fiction.
  • King.

    King. I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe… Mists hovering above flooded grounds, ripples rolling away from every footstep, trees soaring taller than I and into the sky to touch clouds. I’ve seen olive eyes peering up from within muddy pools, the wings of reptiles flicking between branches of feathery leaves. I’ve seen lizards clutching with claws […]