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The Elephant In The Room

The tiny man that lives in my chest is breathing louder. Longer. His lungs swell and ribcage expands and with each breath instead of retreating his body continues to grow. He sits curled, his spine arched and face unseen and with every inhale I feel my bones creak. You stand above me, watching me from… Continue reading The Elephant In The Room

Mint Cornetto

Music plays out of the car speakers, crackly and sweet. I like this song. Dad ripped this to a CD for me when I asked him to. Mum opens the driver’s door and sits back down in the car, switching off the radio. She hands me a Cornetto and I curl my lip. “This is… Continue reading Mint Cornetto

Na(I)ls

My fingernails won't stop growing won't stop growing my fingernails won't stop growing forward and backward inside my skin. They won't stop. My fingernails they're under my skin down through my elbows and into my chest my fingernails wrap around my ribs dying vines pushing through my lungs stop growing I don't know how to… Continue reading Na(I)ls

(who)le

There's a hole in my head and everyone is looking at it. Looking through it from one side of my mind to the other. The hole is growing. Stretching. Across my forehead meeting tear duct nostril then mouth. Everyone is looking at me. The hole in my head spreads down my body to the floor.… Continue reading (who)le

Hard Rubbish

Next to a broken set of drawers is a couch with the seat pillows missing and on top of the couch is a mattress and between the mattress and the couch is a dead body. I’m pretty sure it’s dead. The arm dangling down the side of the couch is bloodied and one of the… Continue reading Hard Rubbish

Anything You Want, You Can Have.

I check the cable ties again and frown. He’s sweating and keeps moving about so much I’m worried he’ll get loose. I’ve always trusted rope more than these stupid bits of plastic but the company won’t fork out for anything these days. ‘Superfluous and unreliable’. Idiots. I use a second tie around both his wrists… Continue reading Anything You Want, You Can Have.

over and over and

this place is not mine this place where my mind is kept it pushes me through the walls and windows of other places where minds are kept over and over I do the same thing again over and over I do the same thing again I open doors and run inside houses that aren’t mine I… Continue reading over and over and

Collage (Old)

Everything I think has been thought before Nothing I feel can feel like anything but nothing I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do Everything I think has been thought before. And while my mind in make-up is unique, In deliverance in intention and In… Continue reading Collage (Old)