CreatePlace Logan
The glow from the tv illuminated ten faces in shadowy light.
Category: Living
A Labour of Love
Then, after it all, I was handed her. A baby girl. This tiny, purple, squashed, perfect little alien.
Aliens and Ice-Blocks
I am infected with an alien.
My body has become a treacherous landscape of nope. Within mere weeks the alien has taken command and turned all my senses traitor. My memories of food are full of pot holes and landslides and precarious roads that lead to a rather strong gag reflex unlike anything I’ve so far experienced.
A Short Story: Girl Problems
Changing a blown tire on a burning black bitumen road was not high on Tim’s list of “shit I want to get done today”.
Late Lines
You’re late. Except you’re not that late so it’s okay. It’s nothing to make a fuss over because everyone is late sometimes, right?
A Micro Fiction: Salt Water
A micro fiction about my experience snorkelling at Noumea.
An Engagement Becomes a Marriage
Yesterday I was married to the most perfect man I could ever have hoped to meet.
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