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I write serious words for a living and make silly words before I go to bed. Follow along for nonsensical stories and ridiculous scenarios, heavily influenced by sleep deprivation and/or my nightly melatonin pill.

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There Are Fire Ants In My Brain.

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1 min read

A throbbing, pounding, at my temples. A deep, muscular ache behind my eyes. The light burns and the sounds deafen. And yet, I am fine.

My collection of medications, all to manage the symptoms, grow as a concerning lack of professionals show any concern. This is fine.

It’s the medication, you say, as if my life should be less comfortable because of my brain. As if I can will myself to overcome....

Poetry

Drama

Sudoku and You

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2 min read

Once distant, the clacking of the approaching train explodes in one almighty whoosh from the tunnel. It rattles the umbrellas of waiting commuters, a sea of quivering grey fabric wrapped around aluminium skeletons. A platform of freshly styled hair, lightly dampened by drizzle, is knocked out of place.

Nearer the back, a page is fluttered by the wind as a young woman stares deep beyond the small...

YA fiction

Drama

Shaky Foundations

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1 min read

For my mom.

The most badass woman I know. You took the stars and put them within my reach.

You are my muse, my inspiration, my best friend.

*** standard unusual disclaimer that I write these while falling asleep so apologies if it falls apart ***

Bones trembling and skeleton cracked,

she stood there as she always had.

Her stature strong as hardened stone,

Yet underneath she bore no bone.

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Poetry

YA fiction

AA.

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4 min read

“Hi everyone. My name’s Lou.” The crowd mumbled a greeting. Lou took the moment to look up from his feet and around the room.

He gulped.

Thinking about what happened was hard enough. A sting along the thick scar across the back of his head would flair up. Screaming. Yelling.

So to talk about the hazy memories, and in front of others – total strangers. That’s tough. Another gulp. A breath. Eyelin...

Drama

If It’s Anything, We Have A Cat.

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5 min read

Edit: Writer’s note: my melatonin started kicking in about halfway through this so I’m deeply sorry it makes no sense. I can assure you I’m not mad. Just sedated.

“You know what? This was a bad idea.” He huffed, his hand lowering the fork back to his plate. Glancing around, almost desperate, as if on the hunt for backup. Eye contact with the waiter. A scribbling hand gesture. He was serious.

“I...

Science fiction

Romance