I was inspired by this story whilst at work, so when I went for my break I typed it up quickly. Obviously, this is about my love for books and the unique transportive magic they hold.

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.

I was curled up with my cat under a fuzzy blanket on a blustery Autumn evening when I came up with the idea for this flash. I've always loved stories written from the perspective of animal companions (especially feline ones!) and felt inspired to try it myself here. This is an ode to the travesties inflicted upon ‘witchy’ women of the past, and of the enduring love between them and their ever-faithful ‘familiars.’

I saw the line “the vast, ruthless sea” in a book, and it struck me as a powerful opening for a short story. I wanted to explore the idea of a large body of water and phobias, paired with the psychological unease that arises from the dynamics between certain archetypes of men and women.

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 historical fiction piece about a young woman balancing family duty, a new job, and the quiet spark of an unexpected connection. It’s a story of sacrifice, hope, and finding yourself when life pulls you in every direction.

This piece was inspired by three items I saw around my room: a necklace, a model typewriter, and a picture of a dollhouse from an album cover, which I then incorporated into a story.