I have friends who writing comes easily to. I have friends who produce a manuscript in 6 months, a novel every second year or so, who write sharp witty lengthy pieces two to three times a month. I envy these people. Writing does not come easy to me. Granted I […]
I can’t imagine anyone not falling in love with Sarah when they meet her. She is incredibly alive and so fragile I feel quite tender when I handle her.
I’m writing ugly again. It’s just ‘dark’No longer‘the food scented dark’
Everyone has a secret. Everyone is hiding something. Hiding thoughts in their mind. Hiding smiles behind their hands. Hiding fear in their laughs. Hiding people in their backseats. Everyone has a secret. Everyone is scared of being discovered. The child with the smashed tea cup on the floor shivers when […]
The heart is an incredible thing. Whether the actual organ or its metaphorical counterpart. Summaya’s heart was bleeding, it was being squashed by two hands until it could not breathe, until it was a heaving pulp of bloody muscle, until it felt like her chest would explode and splatter the […]
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