So, today marks the anniversary of one of the worst days in my life. A year today I was raped by a taxi driver and had to fight for my life. The justice system failed me and the whole ordeal ended with me sobbing with two policewomen who were also crying and telling me that they believed me. And that meant a lot that they … Continue reading One Year Later
Megan is dressed in a schoolgirl outfit: colourful trainers, flowing black skirt, tied-up white shirt and pigtails in her hair, garnished with pink pom-pom hairbands. She is left stranded in a city which is foreign to her and doesn’t have a plan (for once). Her phone is extremely low on battery, so she chooses who to call carefully. Not her parents, they’ll be too worried. … Continue reading I Know What You Did Last Summer
Modern fairy tale. Grimm Continue reading The Princess and the Pea
A feminist novel, focusing on female safe spaces within the context rape culture.
The preface to my creative writing MA dissertation.
It’s only a rough draft, and I guess I just wanted to see what people think…
My reply to Margaret Atwood’s short story. Continue reading Rape Fantasies – My Reply to Margaret Atwood’s Short Story
I managed only to brush past the closing doors of the train at Sheffield station. I didn’t have time to look back onto the platform, I was too consumed by checking that my hands were clasped around the correct bag. Lilac and denim, with turquoise straps, just like they said. Continue reading Trains
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