power, 1.2 (150)

build up a story-tower, weave it into being with words and magic. hold it together with love and hope, chase it up with creation for the sake of it. scrawl across a mirror in lipstick a profession of delight; lift and assemble every piece of masonry yourself. (feel the ache as muscles pull and develop their own… Continue reading power, 1.2 (150)

NaPoWriMo 22 (portents)

eyes, drawn into being: predicting, liberating, wise - all-knowing. they're a secret you want to decipher. they're a million stories going untold. lips, sketched from imagination. coax a story that they're reluctant to tell. (watch for the lipstick days. these are the ones when the story means nothing.) dare this prophetess to give you a… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 22 (portents)

NaPoWriMo 15 (snap)

woven tapestry attached to the hook - tells a hundred tales. thousands of threads overlap; intrinsic, symbiotic. yank them hard enough and then with one quick motion they snap. the story is broken, unravelling, ready to be told anew. the pattern carries on through the decades. stories are told; crafted; torn apart. and every time,… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 15 (snap)

Just Thursday Blog Hop: The Desk

It's not a very interesting piece, this desk. It's the kind you buy for function, not form: it's a generically-made one. I use it every day, and it's become so buried under papers and books that I barely remember what it looks like underneath. Sometimes I sweep it clear, blinking in surprise at the smooth… Continue reading Just Thursday Blog Hop: The Desk


The early-morning chill has settled on the ground, every blade of grass half-white with frost. Shreds of green peek through, the occasional daisy hidden from sight under the frost. The grass hasn't been cut in days and if I ventured over the field more it would reach up to my ankles, easily. It makes it… Continue reading Five

Just Thursday Blog Hop: Stop

Silence settles over the small car as she cuts the engine, more than complying with the bright red sign staring down at her. She’s been driving for what feels like several hours, though her watch indicates it has only been a half hour at most, occasionally veering close to breaking road rules. It isn’t the… Continue reading Just Thursday Blog Hop: Stop

A Truly Terrible Tale

Amanda cracked her gum as she watched James, her favourite minion, put the final touches on her Villain Machine of 2010. Of course, she’d only designed the thing. She was sure she could’ve built it herself, but it was important that she donate the money to others for their labour. Besides, if she had done… Continue reading A Truly Terrible Tale

Accidental Forgiveness

Once upon a time, I was a teenager. I was shy and introverted and had very few friends.Without going into all the gory details another of my acquaintances pulled my closest friend away from me. I became the third party, one for whom others had little time. We were all in different places and doing… Continue reading Accidental Forgiveness

It’s The 21st Century, I Love You

My perception of relationships nowadays involves a heavy dose of technology. This is, after all, the twenty-first century. Originally when I saw this post I had ideas of a short story, but a rescan of the prompt saw me thinking about the social media side. Social media is something I use a fair bit. 'I'm… Continue reading It’s The 21st Century, I Love You