Hannah: Chapter 6

‘Family’ I vividly remember the first time someone asked me about Hannah. I remember how my chest collapsed and I thought how quite like death this must feel. “What do you mean?” I frown at the assigned text in front of me. The words blur and I can’t read anything. I hope that if I … More Hannah: Chapter 6

Cherry

  Those dreamy brown eyes and cherry red lips. He was the poster boy for heartbreak. A regret just waiting to be grieved. She knew all of this. And it meant nothing. His fingers sparked with magic and his touch made her melt. And although she knew a heartbreak was inevitable, how could it be … More Cherry

Improbable

  She had a bruise on her skin and a mosquito bite on her foot. She brought it to my face and showed me the crimson bump on her ivory skin. I told her, “Don’t scratch” but by morning, specks of blood clotted beneath the raw surface. She could cite quotes from books I didn’t … More Improbable

Hannah: Chapter 5

“A lesson in light.”     “The park looks different these days,” I stare up at where the bush of one tree meets the next, creating a thick sky of lime green, bright yellow and specks of light brown. “It always does in spring,” Hannah keeps her eyes on her camera, gently turning different knobs, … More Hannah: Chapter 5

Hannah: Chapter 4

Hannah     ‘Really?’ he frowns, ‘That’s your favourite song?’ ‘It’s innocent,’ I explain, ‘The overwhelming emotion behind your first love.’ I hate small-talk with people I barely know, but I have somehow been drawn into conversation with this person. Actually, I had been deserted into conversation with him. Alec was here, and then suddenly … More Hannah: Chapter 4

Heroine

  “And she’s beautiful. But like the sun. Everyone always says how pretty the moon is because it lights up the darkness, but without the sun, the moon wouldn’t even exist, you know?” I did. He just didn’t know quite how much. “I probably sound so dumb right now,” his cheeks flush. He brings his … More Heroine

Hannah: Chapter 3

Deep Violet   “If one of these tattoo-covered hobo men graze against me again,” Alec mutters into the phone, “I swear to God, I will lose my shit.” “You don’t believe in God,” I make awkward eye contact with the elderly man down the hall wearing the tiniest floral-patterned robe as he takes his trash … More Hannah: Chapter 3

Dreamer

  I can’t recall the exact moment it happened. It didn’t happen overnight, I don’t think. Paris. Paris had been my idea apparently. This, too, I couldn’t recall. I had grown tired. Tired of trying. Trying to communicate in a foreign language; tired of living out of a backpack; tired of not knowing if we … More Dreamer

Wander

  With my fingers still sticky from the caramel sweets softened by the afternoon sun, I wander home. Perhaps one cannot really wander if you have a destination in mind, but wonder nevertheless I do. My skin is tacky and covered with a layer of salt, drawn from the ocean air. I detest this part … More Wander

Hannah: Chapter 2

  “My Parents.” ‘Look at that girl’s hair,’ my mother whispers. She speaks incredibly soft whenever she does this, barely moving her lips. She is afraid of the girl hearing her but has no problem staring as if the stranger has just spurted an extra arm and is slapping the man standing in the queue … More Hannah: Chapter 2