Cold Stone

Stone plinths carry the weight of a cold— Marble mother clinging to a son in rags; Covered in blood and thorns and sorrows. Lying...

Creative Writing: G

How are you feeling? The baby hair stuck to your forehead with sweat has made the letter G. The first light is un-creasing over the city, and it’s...

Creative Writing: the fear of capitalisation

it isn’t often that you come across someone with the fear of capital letters, but when you do, better expect him to cover his...
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Trypanophobia

“Can you stick it in my ass?” I asked him as I sat on the bench beside my girlfriend, holding her hand for comfort....
Annie Tomkins

Caffeine and Cocoa

“What would you like?” Daniel asked. Will grinned. “Can I push my luck and ask for one of those deluxe hot chocolates?” “You won’t have any...
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Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh

To whom it may concern Have you learned how to pronounce "still"? To whom it may concern Congratulations, You made it: It's almost time to drain All the...