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 She wore bold, mismatching colours in outdated fashions [...]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

him There’s water in my lungs, but drowning isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. My eyes focus on the ribbon on my wrist; white with yellow flowers, a heart-shaped coffee stain, frayed edges. I wish I wasn’t dying. I wish I had been a stronger swimmer. I wish I had smiled back [...]

battered books

Books are beautiful. Stacked neatly on shelves with smooth, straight spines. Perfectly unwrinkled paper. But the most beautiful books are the ones that have been read and loved. They are the beaten up, dog-eared, peeling, scratched up books that you find in the home of any true book lover. Of course if I'm borrowing someone [...]