LGBT, writing

Fifteen-Year-Old Logic

(Disclaimer: this story is not based on personal experience) When I was fifteen, I decided that I wasn’t straight. Just like that, lying in bed, staring up the ceiling, headphones covering my ears like pop punk ear muffs that were trying too hard to be edgy and cool with their sellotaped together, scene grunge look.… Continue reading Fifteen-Year-Old Logic

Short Stories, writing

Untitled – 11/9/16

She was a Lego girl, made of building blocks and the fumbling fingers of small children, tripping over words and colours and giggles. The bricks are only as strong as the people that put them together, the words given out and the blows dealt. The cracks were starting to show, but she hid them from… Continue reading Untitled – 11/9/16

writing

I Can’t – 11/9/16

"It's simple. I can't." A raised eyebrow, a slight twitch at the corner of the mouth. They sighed heavily, shaking their head before their hands snapped the folder shut, the sound of metal clinking against metal ringing in his ears. "I don't think you understand," they said, again, in a menacingly quiet tone. "This isn't… Continue reading I Can’t – 11/9/16

books, I have nothing else to post

My Summer In Books

  The Art Of Being Normal by Lisa Williamson I got this at the Hay Festival - I also got to meet the author! She was lovely, and also signed my book for me. I'd actually already got and read the book, but I forgot them on the day so I brought another one to… Continue reading My Summer In Books

books, feminism

Feminist Fiction

Normally, the word 'Feminism' has strong negative connotations for many, especially in a world of media and instant internet sharing. Why bother to do research on a subject when a Facebook post is only a tap away? It's far easier to read what comes up onto your dashboard than trawl through thousands of conflicting articles… Continue reading Feminist Fiction

Short Stories

5/8/16 – A Song For Someone

The clock read 05:34, the digits sending a dark red glow through the otherwise pitch black room. Jace groaned, turning over and burying his head in his pillow, closing his eyes again and trying to block the light out. Too early. Why was he even awake at this time? Now he'd opened his eyes, his… Continue reading 5/8/16 – A Song For Someone