short story – skye sparrow

Skye Sparrow was weird. She had a weird name, weird clothes, weird sense of humour, weird taste in music. Her hair fell to her waist, a soft shade of lilac, and her lips were painted dark and inelegantly, as if she had crushed blackberries against her lips. She wore bold, mismatching colours in outdated fashions [...]

short-story : red, white and silver

There were still stitches on her chest, black thorns twisting over her heart. She ran a finger over the crude threads as she looked at the thin, snowy dress waiting for her and hoped that the stitches wouldn’t show beneath it. Bring me her heart, her stepmother had said. And so they had. Whatever beat [...]

Icelandic folktales

So I've just come back from a little adventure in Iceland! it is an absolutely beautiful and inspiring country, full of stories and myths and magic. Plus, did you know that the literacy rate there is 99%? Impressive! So I thought I'd share one little tragic story and another sweeter folktale that I was told there. [...]