Fiction: Watch The World Burn

The city burned easier than anyone expected. One the farm on the very edge of the outskirts, Andrew climbed out of the skylight in his room, clambering up the tiles to sit next to the chimney, feeling the lingering warmth from the families fire through the brick. From his vantage …

Poem: Broken Little Bluebell

Tick tock tick broken little bluebell lying at the bottom of the stairwell. Stems are cracked and leaves are torn broken little bluebell oh the bruises you adorn. Time passes slowly not to be found broken little bluebell don’t make a sound. Plucked from existence and dropped into the den …

Fiction: Time To Fly

“Wings?” Etta nodded, grinning at her from her seat on the floor. She flipped open the book resting in her lap, settling her crossed legs closer to her body. Kara grumbled something and sat down opposite her, pushing aside one of Etta’s books, and her own shoes. She mirrored Etta’s …

I Won’t Be Watching Your Death

Right now on Facebook, news websites and well, the internet as a whole, several disturbing things are going around. Nothing unusual I suppose; the internet is full of horrible stuff. People are horrible. But with Facebook, and autoplay on websites, we’re being exposed to the horrors of reality more often …

Fiction: Over and Over

Kara had dreamt of the little girl before. Always running away, running away from her, hair as dark as her own, skin as pale. She often wondered if she was just dreaming of herself. The hair was certainly the same, past her shoulders and a little out of control. Even …

Poem: Space

She is counterpoint to my supernova, I am a brilliant point of light burnt out before my time and she is the only thing I am holding onto as I blaze through existence. She is my solar system. briefly I outshine her mere moments pass but she is my gravity …

Fiction: On The Edge

Etta sank down into the white fluff, crushing it beneath her feet. She pulled her other foot up almost throwing it forward back into the snow, sinking and crushing again and repeated the process over and over as the small group made it’s way towards the edge of the forest. …

Fiction: Dangerous Tale

“Are you sure about this?” Kara whispered, ducking down behind a shelf as another guard walked by. Etta looked over at her from her seat on the stone floor shivering a little in the harsh breeze. Looking back on this she was going to laugh. Laugh and brush it off …

Capably Capable

People treat me like a child sometimes. I am not a child. I’m 33. Sometimes I think people forgot this. I can look after myself. I actually can. I can cook, I can keep the house clean and I can keep myself alive and dressed and clean. I can get …