The Zoom doctor saw how I had ripped out my stomach by sticking my fist down my throat. He wasn’t surprised. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&...

This is not the job she dreamt of: boiling lobsters in pots for the loud-mouthed elite - the bigoted champagne strawberry crowd. She...

I thought that blue was the colour of lips in summer and only girls from Goole could really do the Rubix Cube.

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A holiday in Whitby. A gypsy. And me. Red faced and eager anxious – heart beating and shallow breathing – catching the taste of fate from...

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When you say ‘staycation’ it makes me want to shove you into a suitcase with no wheels and heft you into the boot at 6am so we can drive...

The girl has shoes on her feet – hand-me-downs, scuffed in and comfy – with petrol fume lungs and a head full of stories. “Ours was the...

Hollow ice ghosts skate the causeway to Horrid Hill: long left low lying

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‘You’ve got your tit out a bit,’ a Margate youth points politely, speaks quietly. I say, ‘What?’ and then look down. Oh fuck. I tug at my...

Mixed by an alchemist, with all the prized magic of exotic origins: eggshells and the shells of umbilical fish. Their own origins – his...