Silver Beeches

It was once written that the advent of the railways gave life to the long-forgotten medieval tales of dragons in the countryside. What but for the steam engine—chuffing and puffing its way through the steel arteries of land hitherto untraversed by machine, its fine paintwork glistening in the sun of a golden, modern age—could cause such distress? To stand by the platform of a Victorian … Continue reading Silver Beeches

We Need a Dead Woman to Begin

Content warning: Domestic violence ‘We need a dead woman to begin. To begin (writing, living) we must have death. I like the dead, they are the doorkeepers who while closing one side ‘give’ way to the other. We must have death, but young, present, ferocious, fresh death, the death of the day, today’s death.’ Hélène Cixous (1993) Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing, Columbia … Continue reading We Need a Dead Woman to Begin

a sea that housed her heart

Where does one begin, I tell you at the start! How well I knew the days and nights in such a tender way —something unfamiliar come, with sudden dray. A dreary conception or a phantom afterthought, I was mid between the lines, when my Eleanor was caught. Caught by my affection, caught where hearts proceed to form, and bond between the heaven’s angels and the … Continue reading a sea that housed her heart

The Orb of Desecration

The whispers clambered over each other. A collection of long-lost voices that roiled and rose to a cacophonous, multitudinous scream. The sourceless scream rang through the cavernous chamber. ‘Get OUT!’ Baran looked up. His wide, armoured frame was outlined by a soft light which emanated from the centre of the tomb. The large man yelled out a response to the voices. ‘We heard you the … Continue reading The Orb of Desecration

She’ll be Ready in a Minute or Two …

Those were the words she had been dreading to hear for the past hour. Abi was trying her absolute best given the circumstances, which—given the people she knew, the too few hours in any day, and that she had never prepared for being a maid of honour—was putting it lightly. Outside, one of the most beautiful settings Abi had ever seen awaited, with flowers arranged … Continue reading She’ll be Ready in a Minute or Two …