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I have 217 stories published in one collection on the site.
My stories have been read 392395 times and 88 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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Shape shifter

I am five when I tell my mother that I have been eaten. My mum returns as a crow, she reads up on anorexics; picking at bones with her circled beak...

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Starlings setting flight, your voice is an echo We don’t know terrain like oceans, don’t recognise borders Except those of fingers the bridge of hands


You never knew what I felt your voice a tolling bell, death jam; calling me out from the shadows and every time I rose again and again. Flashing like Rome mighty and eternal


Between the wolf and girl is a hummingbird encased in red feathers, it claws at itself, shredding its feathers into its nest. Crying out as though it is caught in a nightmare.
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Because they have decided it would be good for me to grab some air. I step outside my hands spread out like an atlas, the compass of my pearly white body spinning, grappling