My lungs feel as if I’m sucking in shards of glass. I can’t breathe, I’m not sure I want to. I try to shut out the image of Ahmed’s baby boy. An hour ago he had been smiling at us both. He had been turning his soother around in his mouth, a trick his father made him do for everyone who would watch. Looking at him made me forget for a moment where we were, where we had come from. I  could shut out the smell of vomit and faeces, the look of wretchedness etched on every single face as we bob aimlessly in the ocean. Looking at Ahmed’s boy gave me hope that I might someday live to have children. READ MORE


This story is inspired by a beautiful poem called ‘The Fish’ by Elizabeth Bishop. It is a reminder not to dismiss an often forgotten generation. Helping the elderly is not just a charitable endeavour it will also bring wisdom and comfort to the many lost souls of today’s youth.It  is a two-way street.


The light spray of cherry rain on my face was startling and strangely cooling. I had been trying one of the Barefoot Contessa recipes and was at a crucial moment in the stirring process. I was both surprised and slightly irritated when the unfamiliar twang of my out of practice door-bell permeated the more gentle rhythm of my food mixer. Red from exertion, I opened the door cautiously and reminded myself yet again that I really should invest in one of those glass eye things. That was when my face met the cherry aftermath of a gum bubble. The creature that stood before me looked as if she had absorbed the colour out of the grey day and put it all into her jacket. I blinked slowly taking it all in. READ MORE:

Sleeping Through The Night

Days oozed into woozy nights milk stained clothes, greasy hair. Soft and mushy in all the wrong places. I felt like a giant lactating pillow.  Time blurred as everything I ever was, seemed to have disappeared. I was taken over by endless exhaustion. My tears flowed quickly and frequently, while the world slept soundly. The tiny cries, that he didn’t seem to hear, were like jabbing pins into my body. They plunged downwards, into the abyss of my unconsciousness and pulled me up and out. READ MORE

Like Gabriel

Hey guys, 

We have added a short story section to the site. The first addition is  ‘Like Gabriel’ , a glimpse into the possibilities of time-travel and its potential ramifications on humanity. Hope you enjoy 🙂 Read Here