by Belle Campbell soft, misshapen head bruised by your ego. her pockets sagging with the weight of your ham-fisted denial. you can never lie to her, still sleep like her. afraid of the dark, blindly groping the edges of this feeling, indecipherable layers of fear. the beak of lip and swell of cheek. the spring… Continue reading girl
Tag: Prose
Short Fiction | A Beautiful Day
Art by Sarvika Mishra She woke from a beautiful dream to the scream of birds as they jostled for space in the nest they had made on her roof. The sun’s face was slotted through the gaps of her blinds, smiling benevolently down on her. Her blankets were warm, almost uncomfortably so. She had no… Continue reading Short Fiction | A Beautiful Day
Short Fiction | A Most True Love
“Do you remember,” Kate said - apropos of nothing one night - “when we used to act out stories on the lawn?” Elaine shifted from where she was sprawled on the bed. “What?” “On the lawn,” Kate repeated, “stories. Queen and knight.” After a pause, Elaine sighed wistfully. “Our youthful exploits in theatrics. I was… Continue reading Short Fiction | A Most True Love
Short Fiction | The Lost Hour
The sun shakes her head as I blink, unravel my eyelids, yawn. Wednesday, I think. October, for sure. The midday breeze hits like nails upon a chalkboard and my window shudders in its bracket. I call my doctor — the receptionist recognises my voice — and book in for the afternoon. I pry apart my… Continue reading Short Fiction | The Lost Hour
Short Fiction | I Refuse To Be A Princess
“Nope.” I shut my eyes resolutely but I could still feel them staring. “No, I’m not going to be kidnapped by a dragon. Or dye my hair blonde. Or even get married to the next handsome prince that just happens to come along.” I opened my eyes just long enough to glare at the angel.… Continue reading Short Fiction | I Refuse To Be A Princess