It All Disappears | Short Story

Closed eyes illustration - "It All Disappears" short story

His heart is pounding. He’s lost in her gaze. His lips are a hair’s breadth away from hers.

And then it all disappears.

He’s wide awake, staring up at the white ceiling, cursing himself again. Why does it always have to end there, right before the kiss? Why can’t he keep himself asleep for just long enough to feel her soft, full lips against his mouth? Continue reading “It All Disappears | Short Story”

Bye-Bye Book Reviews | Blog

Illustration of an owl sat on top of two books. "Bye Bye Book Reviews" blog

I’ve been posting book reviews here on a (mostly) weekly basis for around 15 months. Initially, I loved it. It was fun to have somewhere to recommend books that I fell in love with and I relished the process of digging into plots and characters and themes to figure out exactly what about the story made me tick. But over the past few months my love for writing reviews has dwindled and died. Continue reading “Bye-Bye Book Reviews | Blog”

Wanna Know How I Got My Wings? | Flash Fiction

Illustration of a chicken on a nest - "Wanna Know How I Got My Wings?" flash fiction

I’m taking a break from writing/posting for a couple of weeks because my brain’s being a real piece of shit at the moment. Plus, I’m going on my jolly holidays to Cornwall next week and I’ll be too busy soothing my soul with Cornish cream teas, catching up with family, and writing “Ellie Rulez” repeatedly in the sand on the beach.

In the meantime, here’s a really stupid story that I posted on Medium last week and forgot to link here. I thought it was funny when I wrote it… you be the judge.

Ta ta for now.


Well there I was, hanging out with my friends after school, all of us bored out of our minds, when some bright spark decided we should play Chicken.

You know what Chicken is? It’s this dumb game where you run out into a road in front of a car and try to get to the other side without getting hit. Stupid, right?

What’s stupider is that I didn’t know how to play. Never heard of the so-called ‘game’ before in my entire 16-year-long life. But I didn’t tell the guys that, did I?

“You go first,” they said, since I was the new kid in town.

And I was all like, “Yeah, sure, cool, awesome,” without actually clarifying the rules of the game. I just wanted to fit in with the idiots, okay? In hindsight I did a pretty good job.

Continue reading on Medium >

The Big Jump | Flash Fiction

Illustration of man jumping - "The Big Jump" flash fiction

I jump and my stomach – I swear to God – my stomach leaps up into my throat and tries to choke me to death.

I cough and hack and gasp for air as I tumble over and over, seeing green then blue then green then blue. Air rushes past me and batters my face, stinging my skin. If this hurts, what will the landing feel like? Face-first into concrete, in an ideal world. Will I feel anything at all or will it all be over before I know it? Continue reading “The Big Jump | Flash Fiction”

Leg It! | Microfiction

Chopped apple illustration - "Leg It!" microfiction

Teensy-weensy stories I wrote on social media this week.

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Stay With Me by Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀ | Book Review

Stay With Me by Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀ book cover

Yejide has tried everything she can to have a baby, but it seems she simply isn’t destined to fall pregnant. Her in-laws are so desperate for Yejide’s husband to have children that they arrange for him to take a second wife, and so begins a nightmare for Yejide as she attempts to cling onto her marriage, her family and her sanity. Set in Nigeria during the politically turbulent 1980s, Stay With Me examines both the strength and frailty of family and relationships, and how traditional and outdated customs can impact a modern woman. Continue reading “Stay With Me by Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀ | Book Review”