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My mind was a temple encased in glass, with a sign. “Don’t tap the glass.” Visitors, patrons, vandals, thieves would..

On a whim, a satire of my own emotions.

A piece of self-examination.

For those who are offended by confidence, or lack thereof.

Found in a discarded envelope; neither stamped nor sealed.

Hands up.

Anne looks in the mirror. Her eyes are pretty. They are brown - the colour of the best chocolate and newly polished wood. ‘They’re..

Some people are like footprints on the moon. They leave tracks that will never fade.

An angry, autistic young woman becomes self-aware.

A YA fantasy/supernatural story, with obligatory romance between a teenage soldier and her guardian angel.