Vanessa, Sarah, Susanne and Kate looked down at the half-naked body. Blood was pooling behind his perfectly-shaped head and his sapphire-blue eyes stared up at the ceiling. Continue reading
My pet rabbit is trying to kill me.
Every day he’s getting cuter and it’s really hurting my heart. Continue reading
My mother sits by the window, her head bowed, her breathing low and steady, her face relaxed and soft with peaceful sleep. The cool salt wind blows in from the sea, playing with her hair and worrying the candle on the sill. But it burns on. Continue reading
Space Mountain, thought Daniel, absent-mindedly pressing the point of his pen into the muscle between his thumb and forefinger. The dull pain was pleasant and he thought about going fast. He thought about the good kind of fear. Continue reading
“Oh dear,” the old lady whispered from her chair, her voice rough with smoke and hate. Sha’nonquia had just told Damien that the baby wasn’t his. Continue reading
The unbearable moist heat. Engulfing my head. Can’t breathe.
“Are we all feeling brave?” she coos.
Cuddles looked down into the casket. They’d done a good job, cleaned up his teeth, put colour in his cheeks. His skin looked normal, not wasted and greyed from so many fucking years. Continue reading
I have a limited capacity for empathy. My psychologist told me that, with an expression on his face that I did not and choose not to understand.
“Don’t eat that”, said the Queen, slapping the King’s hand with a wooden spoon. He yelped. Bitch be cray with her spoon. Continue reading