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 She wore bold, mismatching colours in outdated fashions [...]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