Sneak Peak: Nina Nova and the Wayward Dreamers

This is a fun (I hope) ongoing storytelling thing I'm doing here and I wanted to give you a little sneak peak! So here you go, introducing Nina Nova and the Wayward Dreamers...   If Philip had to sum her up in a single sentence it would be this; Nina Nova was like a dream. Not [...]

poetry – who said roses are red?

‘Shall we play cards?’ I asked the Red Queen. Red like her hair, Like the blood in my cheeks and the twist of her lips. ‘I prefer chess,’ She told me sweetly, ‘First move is yours, now, let the game start.’   I loved and was loved, and they called me Queen of Hearts. I [...]

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 She wore bold, mismatching colours in outdated fashions [...]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 [...]