A ‘whodunit’ murder mystery set in the rural landscapes of Cornwall.

In this flash fiction story, I incorporated magical realism with my love of winter as I wondered what it would be like to live inside a snow globe.

I came up with the idea as I was falling asleep. The light of my phone screen was just dimming, and this striking image of a face being THERE right in front of my face wouldn’t leave my head. Unlike the narrator, I opened my eyes and typed the idea into my phone.

A political commentary delving into themes of colonisation, freedom, and betrayal, set in a re-imagined dystopian world.

A tale exploring the duality of life, where the protagonist is torn between nostalgic family ties and the dark secrets of the Italian underworld.

The idea for this piece struck me whilst I was cleaning away a spider sac. No offence to the mother, but I didn’t want hundreds of creepy-crawlies showering with me. It made me think about pregnancy, fertility, birth, and about those who are unable to go through this process. For some, that’s devastating. I wanted to write a weird piece from the perspective of someone who couldn’t, but who would do anything to try—even swallowing other mothers’ babies.

Initially written during a creative writing workshop, I considered the idea of being able to buy bottled-up emotions. However, as someone whose euphoria is often found in buying a new book, I wanted to explore how different people might experience the same emotion.