Her body was sharp and angular, crafted from triangles and lines, her posture immaculate and unfaltering. She was the perfect puppet, a combination of delicacy and wit, equipped with the nimble, pale body of a child and the plump lipped, rounded face of a woman. Shockingly white locks spiralled from her scalp like a waterfall, picking up strange tones of light from the glittering chandelier and c...

it was under the impalpable deep emerald water that her sanctuary grew. A kingdom of silence, a part of the world that belonged only to her, a tangle of secrets and vines. Water ran across her arms and pooled at her feet, it took up little nooks and crannies sprouting unusual blooms about the place, it wriggled into the cracks between rocks and grew mould at the foot of each stalagmite. Dried herb...

it was under the impalpable deep emerald water that her sanctuary grew. A kingdom of silence, a part of the world that belonged only to her, a tangle of secrets and vines. Water ran across her arms and pooled at her feet, it took up little nooks and crannies sprouting unusual blooms about the place, it wriggled into the cracks between rocks and grew mould at the foot of each stalagmite. Dried herb...

it was under the impalpable deep emerald water that her sanctuary grew. A kingdom of silence, a part of the world that belonged only to her, a tangle of secrets and vines. Water ran across her arms and pooled at her feet, it took up little nooks and crannies sprouting unusual blooms about the place, it wriggled into the cracks between rocks and grew mould at the foot of each stalagmite. Dried herb...

it was under the impalpable deep emerald water that her sanctuary grew. A kingdom of silence, a part of the world that belonged only to her, a tangle of secrets and vines. Water ran across her arms and pooled at her feet, it took up little nooks and crannies sprouting unusual blooms about the place, it wriggled into the cracks between rocks and grew mould at the foot of each stalagmite. Dried herb...

Just a little more

Just a little prettier

Just a little thinner

Just a little richer

Just a little smarter

Just a little better

Just a little popular

Just a little skinnier

Just a little happier

Just a little more like her

Just a little more like him

Just a little more like them

Just a little more well-known

Just a little more brave

Just a little more talented

Just a little more like someone els...

I can’t breathe, I actually cannot breathe. I can feel my asthma flaring up, my palms clammy and red. I stand completely still a cold microphone the only thing to hold on to. Dozens of faces glare at me, disappointed, mocking, humiliating. I’m clamping up just like a bivalvia clam, a creature that belongs to the Pelecypoda family and amaiditly shuts its mouth as soon as a predator is in sight, jus...

You trace your fingertips against the great salmon walls, running your palms against the graffitied curves of the black

spray-painted letters. Memories pass through your mind, kisses in the rain, hugs muffled by puffer jackets in the snow, picnics on the beach under the beating hot sun. You cringe, remembering a life that doesn’t seem to belong to you anymore. You remember his scent and the brush...

The palace is a monster of diamond and brick, sloping towers, and spiralling turrets, a living, breathing body of wealth and status. The ceremony began when the blue moon hung, quite perfectly in the centre of the sky. Flocks of people began to crowd, each person a mirror of the other one, clothed in white robe and barefooted.

They marched across the streets as if they were an army, processionin...

I remember the body, the blood against the tarmac, the skidding of tires, the crunch of metal against bone. The screams as I begged to go back, begged to call the hospital and not leave her there, bleeding out in the centre of the road. The screams fill my mind as the memories come flooding back.

𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩. 𝘐𝘮 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 ...