Runny egg cooked into toast and topped with avocado and sriracha
I was fifteen. You were four. I taught you drama in a Scarborough community centre. You were surviving neglect.
Love me like it hurts
It’s not right, it’s not fair; but —
Your love is my air
To them, she was just a monster. A girl who refused to take her yellow pills — as if she owed society her complacency after the shit hand it had dealt her.
(630 words) A lump caught in Jessica’s throat. She would be one of them now. One of THOSE people…
Bleed Literature, tonight.
Let the Words take flight.
There’s a reason I post so much flash and micro fiction — as much as I’m passionate about writing, I am painfully bad at follow through. Here are my confessions…
Thank you to Sara for giving me my second Liebster Award Nomination 🙂 Glad to do another round of Q&A.
Thank you so much to Mercury the Scribe for nominating me for this award 🙂
(100 words) Sweet, but deadly…
(470 words) Ellie sits still, engulfed in blackness. She breathes in slowly through her nose and exhales heavily through her lips, until she becomes rather weightless. She’s ready.