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
“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