Bang | Short Story
Had they always fought like this? With their claws and teeth against soft underbelly and armour alike? Had they fought for hours, their screams, rising, falling, echoing in the street like Tarzan calling in the jungle? They had fought like that for years? One time he’d almost killed her with a frisbee’d plate, catching her…
Edits for the Stars in Her Hair
I sent my edits in for The Stars in Her Hair to the People’s Library a few days late. I was a little disappointed that the edits were only going to be typographical ones. If I had known, I would have sent my novel to be edited by someone else before submitting it. I don’t…
A woman writing as a man
I want to write stories about women. I told myself my novel would be about a specific woman and I fell in love with her. Then disaster. Her son grew in stature, his character and predicament became captivating. I will return to her one day, because her story needs to be told. But I am…
On Fleek | Short Story
Who knew that she would be the next It girl? After all, she was no longer a girl, not by a long shot. It goes to show how one’s past can catch up and sometimes overtake you. In 1989, at the ripe old age of thirty-five, Hilary had packed up her desk-job at the mill…