(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
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
"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
"Caroline," she chokes out. I can see it now, from the tears in her eyes to the holes in her confidence. She is terrified, the whole weight of the world falling on her shoulders in this split second of time, like Atlas on that godforsaken mountain.