9PM

Tick tock, The moon is out, Time to retreat. Ding dong, it’s 9PM, Aunt Sheila’s dead. Time to mourn again until morning

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Dear Birch

“Stop everything! It’s snowing”, squeaked the birch to the vast, naked oak as icy flakes fluttered slowly – down, down, down, to the lightly dusted ground.  Snow had been long overdue. Tiny tips of green had already begun to sprout from the very ends of the birch’s branches as winter drew to a pass. The oak gently shuddered and […]

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Anxiety

uneasinesswraps around every musclepulls and squeezes at each tendonembraces each boneand breaks through flesh,too tattered to be porcelain

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An introduction

    At a meagre four years old, my mum decided that I was some kind of writing prodigy for no other reason than knowing how to spell the word “decide”. I had written a short story about a duck that decided to dress up as a swan. She even showed off to my grandma, […]

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