The Copies aren’t meant to be aware when the machine begins extraction. They’re meant to lie dormant and pliable. Dreaming.

When you first blink your eyes open as a Copy, you should be greeted by the sight of chiffon curtains swaying in a gentle breeze. And beyond the window, a lake bubbling away, winding playfully amongst a gathering of lush green trees, their boughs home to sky blue songbirds ...

1st May, 4pm Today whilst on the London tube I was overcome with a surge of epinephrine. This is commonly known as “adrenaline”, and is widely known to be activated when an animal’s fight or flight instincts kick in. To have experienced this sensation on a man made mode of transportation is to realise, with evolutionary shame, how the mighty apex predators have fallen.

I had been standing aga...

To the townspeople of Rosenfell, their lives were made resplendent, their futures secured, and peace reigned supreme, when the hag’s eyes stared - at long last - unblinking, at the mighty Queen Briar’s blade: Stillmaker.

House Briar’s rose banner went up in every window, the dead were honoured with songs that echoed across the valley, and, as the sun rose, all of Rosenfell looked up.

Queen Briar...

- Monday - My daughter is living like a French peasant. One only needs to rise from the bed and lean forward to be sat at the desk. The wall to rest your head against is so hollow you can hear the splish-splash of the other tenants_’__ fecal matter as it lands in the toilet bowl. She eats only eggs. _ __ __ _mon. _MUM IS HERE. I am so so happy! I’ve missed her so much, and I cannot WAIT to...

The girl Kieran’s climbing on top of tonight is wearing the kind of top I would have killed for when I was still alive. It’s got that tradwife vibe going for it in a nostalgic shade of blue, except it’s also open at the back with a flimsy (intentional) ribbon to prevent the whole thing from falling apart in the breeze. It just screams “I can weave a mean tapestry but WOULDN’T YOU ALSO LOVE TO UNRA...

Lia reckons the milky-white crinkled patch of bare skin must be the size of her thumb by now.

She feels the familiar twitch as she rests neatly manicured hands on her one good set of audition clothes. She resists, knows she needs to kick the habit, especially in this line of work.

When are they going to call her in? Screams can be heard through the flimsy door, the girl before her clearly givi...