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Tag: short prose

High Enough

I am standing on the roof. I am smoking a cigarette. I should be at work but I am too … More

death, depression, dreams, grief, home, London, loss, memoir, mental illness, prose, real life, relationships, short prose, suicidal, suicide

Wild Horses

You mix my medication into a pot of vanilla yoghurt and instruct me on how to eat. Open. Come on. … More

breakdown, CNF, creative non fiction, memoir, mental illness, prose, real life, relationships, short prose, writing

& party & bullshit

So we were at this house party and I was sitting in the kitchen sink drinking lukewarm vodka out of … More

alcohol, CNF, creative non fiction, drugs, life, memoir, party, prose, sex, short prose, student life, university, writing, youth

One Time at Camden Lock

1 / I watch the man in the crumpled white shirt take a swig from his can of Stella and … More

alcohol, Camden Town, crime, life, London, love, memory, mental illness, murder, observation, poetry, prose, prosetry, relationships, short prose, short story

Oh, Man

I don’t need you to kill any spiders. I can buy my own flowers. I prefer to sleep alone. I … More

life, memoir, men, micro memoir, poetry, prose, prose poetry, prosetry, short prose, womanhood, women, writing

Strong Oak

CW: suicide, death, description of dead body I went past him on the bus. I could only see his feet, … More

alcohol, death, delusions, fiction, mental health, mental illness, Poland, prose, psychiatry, psychosis, short prose, short story, suicide, writing

Tracks

This CNF piece, a mash-up of two old works of mine, was a runner-up in Dead Fern Press‘ Valentine’s Content … More

love, memoir, mental illness, prose, relationships, romance, short prose, suicide, teenagers, Valentine's, writing, youth

Le Macabre

I am eating the oxygen of the 30-something man sitting next to me. One day he’ll be dead. I do … More

dark, death, Hijacked Amygdala, life, macabre, mortality, observation, prosetry, short prose, truth, writing

Wednesday, Again

Less than three months into my indefinite stay, Hell froze over. It was a Wednesday afternoon. I remember this because … More

creative writing, dark, death, depression, life, macabre, notebook, prosetry, short prose, short story, writing

Moondance

Another spontaneous Saturday night, you and I, rock and roll and warm white wine. We share a moondance, barely clothed, … More

death, depression, grief, Hijacked Amygdala, life, love, poetry, prosetry, relationships, sex, short prose, suffering, writing

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