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"Don't go on the thirteenth," the psychic said down the line. "Bad luck. I'd wait till mercury is out of retrograde too. But honey, when you do leave it's going to be the first day of the rest of your life."

Barbara thanked her and put down the(more)
The mouth of the nozzle is too wide. Carrie bites her lower lip in concentration. The lines of icing are too fat, making the letters smash into each other. There won't be room on the cake. She decides to leave it just a lopsided 'welcome', omitting the 'home'. (more)
She's my saviour. Every morning I shove myself, unshowered, into my polyester waitresses uniform. My hands shake as I do up the buttons and as I attempt to tame my curls. She kisses me behind the ear, brushes back my hair. I stand still and watch the girl in(more)
A Spell to Win Him Back

The first step is the heartbreak,
let it slam into you like a wave
that knocks you off your feet.
The thing I hate the most: being below everyone's eyeline.

In the midst of a crowd I always feel like a struggling seedling in the rainforest, growing awkwardly to get to the sun. I crane my neck; I raise my voice, still they just walk past.

We're meant to be cleaning. The old house is thick with dust and jammed with clutter; in this bedroom you can barely reach the canopy bed and she soon stumbles over a stack of Daily Telegraph's from the 1970s.

"You're not wearing very sensible shoes," I point out,(more)
I wanted to die once.

Seventeen and I woke each morning with a sucking hole in my chest, a vortex pining me to the bed. My mum would bring me cups of tea and perch on the mattress. Sometimes she'd stroke my hair, but most of the time(more)
Everything had been documented.

Click click. Say cheese. The white light of the flash.

She stored the reels of film in a wooden chest, once stunning, now marked with scratches, the children's names carved in. Every Sunday, after the photos had been developed and the boys wer(more)
Monday morning, driving rain. Her finger joints are sore, swollen, but she writes on the board anyway.

"Koans," she tells the class, underlining the word "are used in Zen Buddhism to shock the mind out of everyday awareness and help the student on the way to enlightenment." (more)
The trick is not to have the second thought.

That's what she tells me, anyway. She is older, taller, bad news. Once she was like me, though and she's got the paper work to prove it: certificates written in official calligraphy, essays ticked off in red pen (A(more)
It catches me a little off guard when she asks it: "what did you want to be when you grew up?"

What did you. We're all grown up now; bona fida adults, sitting on the balcony of the place I've made a home. I keep it neat and(more)
I am not afraid of spiders.

I scoop them off the floor and keep them in a cupped hand while my girlfriend stands on a chair.

"It's more afraid of you, than you are of it," I say, and put the spider down in the hedge belo(more)
"Tom, you've got to stop this, it isn't good for you."


Half his face was covered-
he had to be hiding something-
beneath that dark blue hair.
When they kissed she was
smothered, drowned.