Mr. and Mrs. Cannonf odder had great news for their relatives. They had gathered them all for coffee, which came as separate capsules made of aluminium, they had bought in the supermarket. But Mrs. Cannonfodder was not drinking any coffee today – nor would she for the next nine months, since the news she and … More Mr. and Mrs. Cannonfodder have a baby
Based on a little girl in my neighbourhood – an excerpt: When the girl tilted her wand forward, tip still on the page, the circle of light expanded in almost every direction. When she moved it back, the light returned to centre. When she twisted her wand, this same circle of light grew thicker. Then … More The girl M. and the secret cloud gazing society
Mum, don´t read this, it might be upsetting. Not my best work, it´s more of a processing … process. The box had gone cold by the time the train rolled into the city. It had taken Marissa an hour to get to this point. She´d had to change twice, constantly with a box in her … More Seven days
Here’s the thing: I am going to write a new play (YAY 😀 Can’t wait!). And since I have a thing for including lots of people in my writing and I believe in the power of the people, I thought why not ask other people. I have developed a questionnaire with a couple of questions … More PUBLIC EXCLAMATION MARK! Help me write a play!
A story from a sleep-deprived mind, written very late at night. Maybe it was the atmosphere. I don’t know. It might have been the fact that I had not slept in two days. Whatever it was, I was drawn to her. The mighty clock upon the old tower crept slowly towards midnight and for some … More One midnight to minute
If I gave you my feet, would you hold them, care for them with love and tenderness? Would you, if I? Because, you see, if I gave you my feet, I would obviously never walk again. So promise that, if I gave you my feet, you’d never go away. Or my arms, if I gave … More If I, would you?
Last night I went to sleep with only one sock. When I woke up I wasn’t wearing any. They’ve both vanished into the infinite chaos that are my bed covers. When awake, I keep it tidy, make sure nothing is too out of place. But when I am asleep I cannot control my vivid feet … More Bedtime thoughts … #1