Queer, working class proto-typical nonconformist. Fond of pop punk and rather political. Always obsessed with something....

When she says that boy was my greatest mistake, what she means is this: i. When she was in catholic school, her skirts and blouses ordered a size too-small, he was the reason she would climb over the ivy coated gates, getting runs in her stockings. All to see the boy with the golden glint in his eyes as a ...

A rebellious blonde who isn't what she seems on the surface. Quiet and shy, but expressive through writing....

I’ve heard it said, so many times, that a picture paints a thousand words. That’s how the saying goes, isn’t it? I don’t agree. I believe that a picture, particularly a photograph, is worth so much more than words can explain. It’s why I haven’t been able to bear to see the pictures of you and me together, looking so ...

Writer, feminist, velociraptor. Into schnapps and combating the patriarchy. Unashamedly obsessed with pop punk. ...

The heat went out two days ago and the landlord is nowhere to be found. They've piled every blanket in the house on the bed and confiscated every pillow, but the air outside the tiny cocoon of their double mattress is cold enough that she can see her breath when she reluctantly crawls out to use the loo. Her clothes ...

Hey and welcome to my profile! I hav written a few short stories on my blog that explore some of the darker themes of love that don't always get much attention. ...

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I live in the Old Town of the Greek island of Rhodes, where I share my life, house and yard with 20 odd stray cats....

[This document is incomplete...] Our stories We only carry creative writings that center on love and human relationships. Our formats are sketches, vignettes, flash fiction and short short stories. The micro fiction should not exceed 500 words. The short short stories should not exceed 1000 words. Publishing frequency Our aim is to publish one or two new writings every week ...

I'm a Brit living and working in Japan, trying (and mainly failing) to play the love game in a very strange language. I hope that some of my real life experiences and more fictional stories can be of interest. Feel ...

He only comes to her when it’s dark. He’s a shadow on the floor, a dim and broken light in the corridor and a dark, shapeless figure hovering outside the front door of her apartment. She knows that he is there even before he rings the door bell. She doesn’t know if that is because there is a routine to ...