A young woman stepped onto the podium. She was petite and wiry, with luscious black locks and green eyes that swept the room knowingly. Dressed in navy jeans, Havianas and an off-the-shoulder chiffon shirt, she made casual elegant. A female version of Maddox. Her cheeks were a little redder, perhaps, with a sheen of sweat … Continue reading The Eulogy
I've been a little quiet around here the past few months. Taking it easy. You know how it is. Somehow, now it’s February, it feels like the year has truly begun. I hope your 2020 has started out alright. I actually started the year with a boost to my creativity and confidence... and a new … Continue reading How to be a Writer
Ten. Side by side in two neat rows the dead birds lay still. Someone had lined them up in a macabre fashion, as if by organising the bodies they would suddenly come back to life, ten little birds in a grid of crisped feathers and accusing eyes. Another row lay beneath the next tree. And … Continue reading Swept Away
Easter could feel the uncomfortable gaze of the cashier on the back of her head as she stood at the refrigerated section, trying to decide between Mt Olympus Sparkling Water or Jerusalem Spring Water. She liked having bubbles fizzing around her mouth and popping on her tongue, but she was trying to be good in … Continue reading Post Office
Evil, dark, grim. She holds these words in her heart as she paints black grease around her eyes. The mirror’s reflection betrays nothing, but she feels the weight of her thoughts as if they were sewn into the black fabric she wears. Like stones, sharp and heavy. Evil. Dark. Grim. Stepping into the curtain of … Continue reading Act 3: Revenge
EMMA LOUISE GILL 