(These two excerpts come from a longer work called The Letter Writer.) Dayle’s watch had never stopped. On her fifteenth birthday she’d unwrapped it from a bundle of newspaper (the horoscopes) to find a small brown bag with a tickingRead more…
Blackberry juice
Trigger warning: mentions of self harm –not graphic The summer was so hot and wet that the blackberries grew in engorged clusters, twice their usual size. When I closed my fingers around them to pull them from the vine theyRead more…
a long distance relationship like a Dali painting
The phone glows blue in the middle of the night. Glows through my closed eyelids and prises them open. What now? Why must you wake me? ‘I miss you.’ The text leaves no question. No emoticons. It ends simply withRead more…
Georgie
The snow was so much less substantial than I’d expected. I’d spent most of my plane ride fantasising about thick drifts blanketing the streets, perfectly soft and white. Instead, brackish sludge dribbled into gutters. When it finally did fall, IRead more…
Torc
She lives in a castle. The township is surrounded by woods, and old gods who cower underneath the name of the one that is left. There are rules now, under this new god. She is Samine, and her blood runsRead more…