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from a work in progress Towns at rest, people going home, intermittent patches of glitter and dark everywhere – life, dear life was happening all around her, dancing restlessly through her lashes. Head leaning against the car window, Kara felt wide awake with fear and curiosity. Houses rolled past her like a tracking shot in [...]
When you fictionalise your life you have to make up some of the words yourself — the way they taste, the way they sound in the air — and twist them until no one can tell what hell you dragged them out of, but see them for the engineering marvel they are. When they ask, you tell them you [...]
Takes a deep breath and exhales. Pauses for a moment. Then begins to type. It’s been months now. It feels longer; like this has always been my life. If you knew what rages inside me you, too, would see the flat cloud formation at the top of the storm. I rain over myself, pull up [...]
When they take me by the shirt and try to pull me in, I push the words back into their not-now cages. Nobody wants to read them, I make sure I remember. You don’t need to any more vividness to it, I urge myself as if I were another. Don’t amplify the voices in your head. Let [...]
The morning was only growing colder. The streets were still dark. He crawled down roads, staring, as if looking through a window; drenched with past and haunting images of days that now seemed to never have been. But the minutes wouldn’t stop. He stood waiting, coughing. The chill of the night had entered him. The [...]
from a work in progres Melanie is the product of somebody's imagination, a character in a story still being written. As she develops – as she is being developed – she begins to question her existence in between her maker's writing sessions. Why can't she remember her childhood? What do the blank spaces mean? Who put her in this scenario, [...]