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we are the same, the Night and I blinking into the corridor— nothing tangible here when the darkness is in me the fear goes where? I...

One day I will visit that place where love is set aside. I will hold the pieces in my hands and wonder how they haven't died. With my...

I met Law on a day like all the other days. I noticed him first because he was young, and second because his eyes were the greenest I’d...

“Why are you the way that you are?” We laugh at the unashamed hatred Michael Scott directs Toby Flenderson’s way on The Office, but...

Only when night left my room in shadow did I feel her settle beside me, alert but feather light, how she always began. “Piper, wake up....

why do I fall so easily? they say that love is a strength, so why do I feel weak when I leap down down into its depths so far it sends me...

Yesterday was the announcement of the 2018 Alan Marshall Short Story Awards - and I was over the MOON to be awarded the Local Prize for...

I should probably clarify now—this was Owen’s idea, okay? It might sound insane, but he had this way of putting things to me in such...

A poetic reflection on love, first written November 2017.

In the past month or so, I've made the decision to self-publish my first book on Amazon. The digital version of Essence will be available...

I began City of Bones with soaring expectations. As the book I'm writing would likely be classified as young adult fiction, I felt it...

So there's this game. I know it all too well, and you're likely to have played it a few times too. It's called I'm Good Thanks. How it...

We were sitting in a quaint Indian restaurant, dimly lit with only one other table occupied. It was the sort of place where the staff...

It has come to my attention that along with such simple pleasures as eating nutella straight from the jar, or winding down the car...

The writer's 'voice'. The 'voice' of a protagonist. Voice. Voice. Voice. In all my literature and writing studies, the importance of...

I remember the time. The time I met you. It was subtle and passing but unmoving and rigid all at once, as if I could lay a finger on you...

Does anyone else feel pretentious saying – “I’m writing a novel”? The few times I’ve been asked what I’m doing on my laptop, or what I’ve...

After spending an entire hour switching between fonts that frankly look almost identical - I finally landed on 'Lato'. And I'm still...