Cherrypicked stories

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.

another story about death and family

When they ate out they had one rule - they were not allowed to order for themselves

A speed poem

At The Golden Egg, a cafe, where ugly folk eat all day breakfasts, we sip, smoke, read The Mirror, The Sun, take notes in reams.

lowered veil reveal...