Writing

Time slowed

Every day lasts a thousand years when your heart is heavy with sadness. No blue sky, bird song nor flittering butterfly can bring respite. Choose happiness! they say. Take joy in mindful moments! they say. Just. Try. Harder. I reach out for a moment, however small it eludes me. Sorrow’s anchor remains firmly chained to my […]

I don’t want to bomb Syria. I am not a terrorist sympathiser. I can think beyond 1 and 0.

I continue to have suspicions that humans are in fact sophisticated (or praps *not* so sophisticated) artificial intelligences. As a species, we seem to need things to be ones or zeros, and struggle with complexity. “If you’re against bombing ISIS, it means you support ISIS.” No. Firstly, it’s not going to be ‘bombing ISIS’, it’s […]

Woman has spots. Chairs meeting anyway.

I have spots. They’ve been a part of my facial landscape since my teens. When aged about 13, a particularly spiteful Home Ec teacher (who I can only think took against me because of my incompetence around a Victoria Sponge) suggested to the class that spots like mine were the product of poor hygiene and […]

The Comfort of the Reaper Man. An ode to a Hero.

Reading material for a life-threatening illness..? Terry Pratchett’s Reaper Man – a tale about Death getting cheesed off with death and putting his talent with a scythe to use as a farm-hand named Bill Door – wouldn’t seem an obvious choice to cheer up someone fearing death. Nonetheless, when I was ailing in Southend Hospital […]

Where the frogs dance

I stand naked in the dark. Earth beneath my feet. Raindrops, falling hard, raise goosebumps on my arms. I sigh, shiver at their caress. Water drips from eyebrows, nose, fingers; cascades from the tips of my loosed hair. I breathe deeply, exhaling steam, surrendering my warmth to the night. The sky flashes, magnesium bright. A […]

Dark servant of happiness

I haven’t posted a story in a while, so here’s a dark tale to tie in with the vibrant Notting Hill Carnival, which takes place today and tomorrow. I submitted this to Tube Flash – very short stories inspired by London tube stations, and brooches. Do have a look; it’s a great way to give […]

The girl who had worms in her brain: hospital diary

Written – as a record of my symptoms (for the doctors) – whilst being treated in the Royal London hospital, 2004. Gives a flavour of what it’s like to experience a mild brain injury. These are my own, unedited, words – as scribbled on the back of notes I’d been given about my condition. After […]

The Debt Demons are Coming for You, Coming for You, Coming for You

It starts early. 7am. The shriek of the phone shocks you awake. A riot of sound, destroyer of peace. Menacing phone. Hated phone. Ringing and ringing and ringing and ringing shrieking and screaming and screaming and shrieking And screaming and screaming and screaming and SCREAMING! Wracking every nerve. If you answer, if you dare answer […]

Broken

Today my snow globe broke. Scattering sparkles and shards of glass all over the bathroom floor. Sparkly bathroom floor. The last loo roll soaked. Drenched in snow globe innards. Today three letters came at once. Three letters with one message. The Order of Possession. It’s not unfair. It’s just the rules. Having a home is […]

The girl who had worms in her brain: Part 1 – in the news again…

I’m in the papers again. To quote Dame Bassey; ‘it’s all just a little bit of history repeating.’ February, 2005: Well into recovery from a particularly nasty brain infection, I decided to thank the universe for my survival by fundraising for brain injury charity Headway Essex. I duly emailed a press release to my local […]