Scrapyard

Change is an unnatural state, we’re fickle slabs of metal, purpose built cars refusing to be taken consciously by the crusher at the scrapyard. Yet as the metal contorts and writhes you’ve got to wonder is the damage eternally irreversible? The past collides with the present, I’m watching the future float out of eyesight, like … Continue reading Scrapyard

Beautiful pristine untouched virgin girl / messy cracked broken sexually active sad girl

I know a girl. That’s a mouthful. In fact to rephrase that; I know girls: I know one with an ever growing predilection for drugs, I know one with a horrible, soul crushingly bad taste in boys, I know one so narcissistic that the photos she takes of her bath products she thinks makes her … Continue reading Beautiful pristine untouched virgin girl / messy cracked broken sexually active sad girl

Flash fiction: It’s failed and there isn’t much that can be done

I hated most things; though I found solace in solitude and writing, as well as music. I sat up in my room, listening to The Smiths The queen is dead loudly. I knew that education had failed me, the teachers so damn carefree had with carelessness fucked about with education and now here I was … Continue reading Flash fiction: It’s failed and there isn’t much that can be done