InkPot
If You Could Fly
Cottage Not your home anymore. Push, now you’re an Adult, When all you wanna be Is a fairy And fly away From this flesh Binding you To pay bills. Cereal. […]
Inkpot: Autumn
Autumn saunters in with her luscious leaves the colour of flame, stealing summer’s hot fame. Golden honey disappears from the sky: marigold, orange and a faint blushing red only left […]
Presence
There is something about Him. Maybe it’s His eyes; those endless deep pools that hold the secrets of His past and the lurking darkness of His future. He is […]
Inkpot: Hi
This very short story is once again inspired by Lydia Davis’ Can’t and Won’t. Her writing is weird, quirky, funny and doesn’t make sense at all sometimes. I hope mine […]
I am a broken woman with a dark secret that has to be held together so that no one else I love dies (except for me)
I went to my therapist to say that I’m queer She said she deals with Muslim men and their homosexual desires And I said ‘little boys’ — On a tv […]
Inkpot: You & I
I wrote this piece to portray the voices in our heads: one bad and one good. These voices may appear from something someone once said or you overhead, whether it […]
Inkpot: A Helping Hand
“I’m sorry but it is time for you to go,” I say quietly. The woman glances around; at the hospital bed where her body lays and at the bright […]
Inkpot: The Doctor
This piece was inspired by Lydia Davis’ Can’t and Won’t, which contains the shortest stories I have ever seen. Her stories are simple, fabulous and incredibly imaginative. I submitted this […]
Inkpot: The unspoken things
That feeling you get when you really want to blurt something out to someone and yet you can’t seem to get the words out. Then when you’ve finished overthinking it, […]