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It’s years and years in the making.

Fit together pieces and shards, collect colours in your pocket for months to do it justice. No two pieces are alike, no two colours quite the same. 17 more words

Flash Fiction


Dropped, as if from a height –

falling, sweeping through the air, ungracefully.

Burning the stories you write; hiding away the words in a drawer. 28 more words

Flash Fiction

“Let me just check the mail” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Thursday, June 25, 2015
5 minutes
Said by Nadeem

she lost her voice on the train tracks
she fell and when she stood
there it was… 95 more words


"I got my new hair" by Sasha on her porch

Wednesday, June 24, 2015
5 minutes
Overheard at grange park

“Here we go,” he says, lifting Jo up. He puts her in her carseat. She isn’t sure about how tight it buckles around her waist. 103 more words

Short Story

The Mystery

You are the mystery.

Sometimes I feel you leaving, slipping through my fingers – other times I feel as though you are pulling me closer, not willing to let go. 23 more words


"If you find yourself with a free second" by Sasha on the ferry

Thursday, June 11, 2015
5 minutes
from a staff meeting handout

let’s lose ourselves in each particle of sand each blade of grass each small meringue of beauty if you find yourself with a free second breathe in the magenta the azure the forest green… 79 more words



Confession, either getting closer or reaching closure.