The finale of the Barry Saga. Continue reading So We Meet Again (Barry Saga – Part Three)
Co-written by Bert Havenith. Follow-up to Barry’s story. Continue reading When Bert Met Barry (Barry Saga, Part Two)
When I was a little girl, I believed that if I swallowed the pip from a cherry I would grow into a tree. I think everybody used to think that – maybe. Continue reading Spitting Pips
“Rosie, put down Rufus and help me collect poppies. Poppies are red. The red ones with floppy leaves and a black centre.” Earth to Rosie. “The ones that smell like honey and pond-water.” Still nothing. “The ones that taste like bitter lemon and mouldy grass.” Seriously? “The big ladybirds on a stick,” Lily barked to her younger sister. Continue reading Poppies are Red
Rocking up looking like Kelly Clarkson, circa 2006.
My head literally wants to tear itself off of my own body though.
Help me, heeeeelp, there’s a rabid badger clawing at my scalp! Continue reading Dear Wanker-Hairdresser, (Barry Saga, Part One)
Voicemail from Brigitte, received at 7.30am: ‘…just get home in one piece. I can’t wait to hold you.’ Continue reading Pieces
A Tale of a Boy Who Cannot Swim and a Girl Who Lives on Camera
Written by Eliot John, and illustrated by Elliott Highmore Continue reading We Go Like Water
Sometimes I like to walk out on my own, but my brother doesn’t approve.
I like the way my paws spread out on the ground under my weight and the feel of the wind flowing over my body and creeping through my fur. Continue reading Jungle Juice
We fucked that night. We fucked like werewolves.
A carnal desire invoked me and ran through my nerves like a poison, a disease. It encapsulated my body and burned through my skin. Continue reading Underneath the Skin