Angie by Danielle Dixon
Saturday morning was cold when I woke up; the windows behind the shut curtains of my bedroom were misted over.Continue Reading
Saturday morning was cold when I woke up; the windows behind the shut curtains of my bedroom were misted over.Continue Reading
His latest trigger was the small paring knife that he only ever used on cucumbers. It was not the biggestContinue Reading
It’s 6pm. She’s chopping peppers in the kitchen and pretending that she isn’t paying attention to the time. Chop. Tick.Continue Reading
The shock of her auburn hair captivated me. The colour of her eyes, like water over slate, took the airContinue Reading
“Hello?” The question echoed into the distance, tumbling away into the void. She blinked once. She blinked twice. Yet allContinue Reading
Fleur wonders how Erika would respond to this news. Erika is not sympathetic to Fleur’s desire to sleep with men,Continue Reading
“Look at the clouds.” “Clouds, really?” “Yes, there they are.” “Sure.” “Why can’t you trust me?” The woman asked, anxiously.Continue Reading
Joss’s phone rings. The notification glows ‘Fleur’, which surprises him. The vibrations rock into his hand and he taps theContinue Reading