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He says he never brings girls back to his place because he’s embarrassed about his flat. I tell him that … More

Can’t/Won’t Write

Well he asked me what I was passionate about and I said writing, I’m a writer, and he asked me … More

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

This flash story was originally published in C*nsorship Magazine, June 2021 Overnight, Cordelia built The Savoy out of silk. It … More

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

Here’s a roundup of some of the work I’ve had published in 2020 so far: Moondance (creative prose) In Parentheses … More

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

The girl often wondered where it had come from. Why was her life so much darker than yours? than his? … More

On the night we first met, you told me that I would be the death of you. I remember we laughed … More

[READ PART 1 HERE] The field did not know how to survive without the farmer. She tried to remember all … More