Cherrypicked stories

"Last week was pretty eventful. I turned 60 and you wrote me a letter. (This is my father) Evened out pretty good, I'd say. (Stranger, human being, sometime ghost) I'm so glad you wrote and I hope we will keep it going.

Let's have pirate sex. And I don't mean a brief bang, filled with godawful puns about shivering timbers, hoisting the mainsail and swabbing decks. No, let's go back to that beach on the Lizard peninsula,

Soon, as the sun rises from the sea on the dawn of my birth day, I will visit my father's grave again.

those sandcastles he built

You said the perfume's to die for;

The Girl That Could Fly Clarity can be difficult to work with, and as Silvia stared out of her economy seat window, she found it hard not to scream. Obscuring the light was the face of a demon, its features long and drawn, bones growing in sharp ridges along its face and tugging painfully at the skin. Eyes of winter blue stared piercingly back at her, blonde hair pulled long and straight by the wind, it appeared to cling onto the side of the plane. Silvia looked to the middle-aged businessman with his gut hanging out and his hair cut short in admission of loss. He stared intensely into his laptop screen as he played cards. Silvia searched around to see if anyone else had seen, then fearfully returned her gaze to the window.

Surprised by a visit from the tea-black priest with white-white teeth, who yarred about God, with seedlings of sweat on his forehead while our bags were rifled through for 'contraband' and we three squatted at the roadside.

Something i forced myself to write... i have no idea if it's any good... pleeeease let me know! (will be edited soon)

I saw daffodils being trampled by a boy.