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Open Mic, The Chipped Teacup , back in Eighty-Five, Alcohol it inspired me , and my poetry came alive. I plagiarised lyrics from songwriters like Tom...

Trophies My sister, Paige (she was pregnant by that point, though neither of us knew yet) had demanded to see photos of Mark soon after our first...

Chapter 6 Follow that cart. On the road outside, Sophrayni caught up with the cart carrying the sleep potions. She didn’t follow straight away. She...

Working on a literary novel vaguely inspired by Diane Schuler, who was a seemingly normal suburban Mom who drunk-drove with her kids the wrong way down the highway and killed them all; she had hidden longstanding alcoholism from her family for years. I was inspired by that kind of self delusion to write a similar long form story.

The gym was not empty. Joyce came through the double doors at eight fifty-two and there were children on the floor in two lines doing a bending...

Chapter 5. Slipsy Early the next morning, Sophrayni made her way to the next town Maggie had mentioned. Once again, she arrived at a coaching inn...

There was an old lady of Wales, who had a peculiar habit: when the time came for trimming her nails she reached for her straw hat to grab it. That...

Minutes later, he sat huddled in a dimly lit noodle shop, his mind racing. He kept replaying what had just happened, and Bronson’s final, dying word...