Through my 20s, I still believed in that future vision, that I could soar in my career and creative ventures, stilettos on, man at side, one child in my handbag …
Paper Snowflakes
As the cymbals crashed and the violins swooned, the girls twirled around in white Broderie Anglais dresses, spinning like ethereal wraiths in a momentary merry game. Some were mere girl-lings, …
Pagan happenings on every corner
The other night, I was driving my car - the only car on a long, winding road - high, jagged, ice-age rocks and dense clusters of towering pine trees behind …
The perils of an overactive imagination
I've just written a story where the narrator floats between viewpoints of a mad mother, a mentally challenged daughter, a boyfriend with split personalities, the law and a fairytale teller...
Desperately seeking… diversity in childrens’ books
A few moons ago, my then three year old daughter was sad when she came home from nursery. I asked her why and she explained that she loved everyone, but …
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What’s in a name?
I had found my tribe amongst London’s club kids and show queens and other such tender renegade types. We all had fantabulous character names that we’d given ourselves, and no …
Phantasmagoria
And once again, she fell. What was left of her once beautiful body disintegrated and began dissolving into the ground like grains of salt. There was nothing of her left...
The Pursuit Of It
The promise of drama hung about him, invisibly though somehow noticeably, breaking up and scrambling random atoms whenever he entered a room...
