A Short Story Sleep is like a mortal’s version of time travel. The hours speed by when you’re unconscious, but the slightest hint of insomnia, and it feels like the clock has stopped. I think of Her on nights like these. I wonder if Her infinite sleep means anything. Does She feel it, too? … More Insomnia.
“Waves.” ‘The leaves are turning orange,’ I stare up at the trees that are slowly getting their green drained. ‘Winter is coming,’ Ayesha says ominously. ‘That doesn’t sound like such a bad thing,’ I try. She wraps her jacket tightly around her body, ‘It’s horrendous. Especially in this city.’ I had … More Hannah: Chapter 1
Prologue ‘Did you know that I fell in love with you before I even met you?’ ‘Impossible,’ she shook her head, her hazel hair stroking her jawbone just as I liked to do. I raised my eyebrow, ‘Do you not believe me?’ ‘Of course not,’ she waved the notion away like an annoying … More Hannah: Prologue
Chapter 4: Hannah ‘I meant your writing,’ she grinned. I frowned, ‘That’s not a superpower.’ ‘If you think my photography is, then writing definitely is,’ she said, ‘Alec told me that your words makes him believe in a better world.’ I felt my cheeks flush, ‘Alec says a lot of things. Most of them … More An Extract: Hannah.
Her hair, long and hazel, carries the ocean itself. Each strand is coated in its salty body. Crystal clear droplets cling to her sunbaked skin because even the sea did not want to part with her. She glimmers in the warm, afternoon sun, reminding me of a diamond; precious, pure and absolutely beautiful. 10/02/17 … More Diamond.
The boy sitting next to her on the warm, sun-baked tiles was already so much more than she could ever be. Life had bumped, bruised and battered him, but it molded him into this infinite human being. She was certain that even if she were to spend the rest of her life with him, she … More “That night, she said nothing…”
“I’m afraid,” she whispered in the dim, yellow light which warmly lit our fortress. These words, only ever spoken to my best friend, were absorbed by the sheets that protected us, silenced to the world, never to be repeated. We felt completely safe in this feeble structure because we knew even if fire rained from … More “I’m afraid I’ll never fall in love.”