“You really should be thinking about getting your foot on the property ladder Heledd,” she stirs oat milk into her freshly made latte, “You are thirty soon.” The way her voice emphasises my age gets my back up and my jaw tightens on reflex.
Read MoreOne deep breath at a time we can conquer our fears and go towards the most amazing journeys. We all have our own paths, the ones led by circumstances and choices. You don’t always have to know exactly where you’re heading. Time will tell, what ever there’s to be told. You need to trust your journey.
Read MoreBeing Black to me, is being happy, it’s being carefree.
Read MoreWhat is home when no love remains, hearts smashed across the cold, hard floor? What is home when bitterness cuts through the walls – paper thin, shouts echoing from one room to the next?
Read More“I’m sorry, you want to do what?” My drink gets caught in my throat and some liquid shoots back into the glass. Covering my mouth with my hand, my eyes search my companion’s face for any signs of discomfort. Grant sits opposite me, his blonde hair teased to perfection, his eyes lingering on my chest. He gives me a lazy smile as he dips his fingers into his nearly empty drink and swirls the ice cubes round. My stomach heaves slightly.
Read More“I slug back the flute of champagne in my hand and look across the room. Everyone who is anyone in this company is here, the women in floor length dresses that catch the light and sparkle, and the men in freshly pressed tuxedos, their hair slicked back and shining”
Read MoreI move through my life clumsily, awkward with shape and deed
I stumble from person to person, doubting myself
Read MoreSome sisters like to giggle and share, spilling all of their secrets whilst braiding their hair,
We pulled pigtails and stole each other’s clothes, from t-shirts to scrunchies to underwear!
Read MoreWe are made from the stuff of stars, powered by electrical sparks fabricated in the only organ to have named itself.
Possibilities are endless
Read MoreRed flags and stomach pangs,
Listening to friends, quietened that.
My heart was still recovering…
Read MoreIt started with a stranger in a world that's broken
He appeared as the sun sank into the sea, while I watched the dolphins play in the surf, waiting for life to resume without my sister in it. I was frozen and lost. Angry and sad. Dead and alive.
Read MoreThis is the first of Sean’s 50 word short stories!
Read MoreThe front door no longer looms over me, the brass knocker now dull in the fading afternoon light, yet I still feel like an intruder.
Read MoreNow, Miss Tyne knew something was amiss. She was certain she’d remember hearing such an unusual name shouted across the playground. Surely, the child did not go to this school. Now more serious questions had to be answered and all of this was becoming more difficult to rationalise.
Read MoreThis is the final part of the Ataxia series. To read part six, click here.
Read MoreApart from the constant tick tock of the clock,
The silence wraps around me like a blanket.
The thoughts in my head are my only chattering companions
How did it get to this?
Read MoreTo be frank, all through my life, as a child, teenager and adult, I was abused. Most of that abuse was from men, and from female enablers who stood by and did nothing. I write songs as it’s the only voice I have.
Read MoreA self-professed womanising drunk, Bukowski relied on a range of vices in order to fuel his creativity, “Drink, fuck, and smoke plenty of cigarettes.” His dark sense of humour lingers in his writing.
Read MoreThis is part six of the Ataxia series. To read part five, click here … Ataxia Part Six: The Walk
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