3. Still Waters

Professor Griffin’s office was like a Victorian gentlemen’s club - a rustic box of polished wood and aged leather; just as Charles had imagined it. Specks of dust floated between them on the shard of light coming in at the window. The man himself was small and pale with thick glasses that were partially hidden …

Release of Shallow Creek Anthology

I wrote my first horror story when I was 9. It was called Blood Busters and was inspired by my favourite film that week - a little charmer called Dream Demon that involved a man burning to death in front of his child and a memorable scene with Tim Spall eating what appeared to be …

2. A Shade of Symmetry

A Shade of Symmetry 1988 Maushmi lifted her bedroom window with one hand, flakes of paint drifting down into the cup of tea she gripped in the other. She groaned behind a packet of cigarettes held between her teeth and shuffled onto the balcony, followed closely behind by Marley, a wide-eyed cat who squeaked with …

A Poem what I Wrote

I am no poet. My stubbornly erratic and controlling nature prefers prose as it allows more freedom to explain oneself without limitations. I wrote this for an assignment as an experiment in blank verse and dug it up to find, surprisingly, that I quite liked it.  I have been told before that I am too …

1. East of Everywhere

A few years ago, I decided to spend the summer writing an anthology of stories set in Cambridge. I'd planned most of them and even had a Spotify playlist that helped me explore the mood of the themes (I'll be sharing some of those songs on here). Unfortunately, my dad died a couple of weeks …

In with the Old…

The other night, after a couple of glasses of wine, a whim and a series of incorrect password attempts led me to look at my old blog, abondoned to stagnate in one of the lower levels of the sewerweb for some years. It said I was 27. That is no longer the case. The first …