A short fictional story inspired by loving someone who doesn’t love you back. Yet keeps you hanging on.
A short story suggesting similarities between dogs and humans. I’m always fascinated by how much humans can relate to animals and this piece helped me explore that.
A short story about how mental health is undermined in the working environment and how with full time work sometimes our happiness can trail behind us as a second priority.
Who do our bodies belong to? Us, our lovers, God? This is a short story that explores the concept of being in a contract with your body.
“I wish it could be summer every day,
time precious and tasty in your palms
where laziness is no sin.”
This is a piece mixed with poetry, reflective writing and three very short stories.
You do the calculations. Money missing. Door open. Mum promising she locked all the windows. And it is in the ecstasy of fear and in the tremble of your voice that you rush to admit… “our house has been robbed.”
She told me secrets. Great secrets. And I didn’t want to forget a single one of them.
The backdrop is newspaper. Decades and decades of newspaper, draped up against the wall. There’s a story about the first man on the moon and hey, there’s that really bad terrorist attack. Bad stories and good stories. Near the edge of the newspaper backdrop, there are three cheerleaders standing at the sidelines with megaphones. They…