Prose

The love of my life, my favourite past time, getting lost in a story...

My biggest fear is something I know will happen to me. There is no denying it and there is no escaping it: death will come for us all. Why does it sound so sinister, so sad? Why does it crush me when I'm on the train reading a book, far, far away from it at 19 years old?

This is small piece I wrote a few years ago when I resented my boyfriend for fixing a problem I thought was impossible to navigate. I thought, 'How dare he try to help me? Did he just undermine my ability to solve my own problems? What a world.' I was quite dramatic but I was also right - why do men always think they have the answers?

I might compare this script to Alice in Wonderland - though it has none of the same characters, settings, or dialogue. Simply, it is very trippy. You might need to follow a white rabbit to understand it. But, if you like experimental pieces with fun word play, this might be for you.

Sometimes you want to read an emotionally wrenching story with a box of tissues. Sometimes you want to read one with a profound moral message. And sometimes you just want to be scared, to grimace, and think, 'god, I hope I never had to encounter someone like her in real life.' I think that's what makes a good horror villain.

I like writing romance; I like the way hearts bond and hands touch. It's sweet, it's sad, it's ephemeral and everlasting. This is also entirely fictional. As fictional as The Hunger Games or A Brief History of Time.