A/N: I wrote this as a weird pseudo-one-shot about Fallout: New Vegas. Basically, in the game, there’s a companion the player can choose to travel with named Boone. His wife, Carla, was sold to the game’s ‘villains’ by a citizen of the town, Novac, they lived in. After travelling to the villains’ camp, Boone finds and mercy kills Carla before she can be put to … Continue reading FICTION: The Last Thing She Never Saw
A/N: This is a piece from my ‘Writing the Self’ portfolio. My lecturer asked us to write a story from our lives, and rewrite it in a traditional fairytale format. I thought long and hard about the parts of my life that warrant a fairytale retelling, and my wedding was the most obvious choice. So, here you go. As is usually the case when Brits … Continue reading Fairytale Wedding
A/N: I submitted this piece to a literary journal but that was over a year ago now. I think it’s safe to say it’s never going to be published, and I can probably post it here instead. It’s about the best and worst parts of being bisexual before you realise you’re bisexual. Enjoy 🙂 How do I explain to you Aditi? Everybody wanted Aditi. I … Continue reading In Stone and Sand
A/N: This was an essay I wrote as part of an application to a creative writing course. I thought I’d post it here just in case anybody needs an example of the kind of things you can say if you’re in the same position. Also, it’s a pretty good insight into me. 🙂 As a child, like most children, I read voraciously. As a teenager, … Continue reading My Reading Habits
After the famed yet failed super-glued-pringles-can attempt of 2017, you have, with the help of your dad who yearns for his two-decade-since-deceased “glory days” in a French field wherein he tried a space cake for the first and last time, successfully snuck your own cakes of the cosmos into a family-friendly, indie-rock festival. Well done you. Yesterday, your step-mother caught you smoking a cigarette and … Continue reading SX1000
1 If Diana was still here, I can bet she’d be Rowling’s foil, and much to the chagrin of her relations, would praise Harry’s not wanting to be royal. I bet that she’d love Megan, they’d sit in her gardens at Kensington, so Diana could speak freely of luscious black hair and dine with her daughter on salmon. I always wanted a girl, she’d … Continue reading POETRY: Sometimes I Unearth Dead Blondes and Carve them into Idols
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