Cherrypicked stories

Don't stop being exasperated by stubborn computers, cupboard shortages, forgtten errands. When your cheeks rise scarlet from the bone it looks like passion. Don't stop questioning my social white lies, that left unchecked

"Hello?" I say, the vocal epitome of cool, because I'm sure as hell not cool physically right now.

A poem. About why I dislike lipstick. An seminar excercise.

The Swans Absent Colour

Mist Wraiths At night clouds escape the bonds of wind whose magnetic charm and white gloved hand kept them dancing in rosy shoes twirled in silver grey and mauve tulle skirts and lacy stoles flying cirrus

Boots was far from happy with the situation. He was breaking one of his own golden rules: if it didn't feel right, walk away. He stood under a 'Buses Only' sign, his hands in his Parka pockets, the hood shielding his face from the drizzle. He was wet and cold. He had been standing in exactly the same spot for about half an hour and still couldn't get the timings right. Green for about a minute and red for ' how long? Sometimes four minutes, sometimes four and a half. Such inconsistency was irksome ' and thirty seconds could be the difference between success and failure.

The fountains have been turned on for the first time since Mandella

An individual comes to terms with what is really inside of himself.

about the coat peg that I'd brought into the office and screwed in on the Friday when they were all having drinks for Lauren's birthday