“Up you get.” Stella prods decisively, as Val shakes her head slowly, swallowing the last of the red wine in her glass. Val cannot think of anything worse than getting up on a stage, even when there is nobody here but the owner, Stella, who she has actually become quite…

I am divided. Which is maybe why I can never choose what I want, who I want, why. Because my dreams and all the things I hold dear to me, are divided. There are two parts of me, two equal and opposing subdivisions of my existence, that patiently take turns…

Time stands still. In this place scattered with lone and stagnant travellers, as they rest their weary legs, time doesn’t exist. My phone and my laptop and my watch all display different numbers, different ratios, as one or the other or the other again remains innocently in tact with the…

I am utterly, head-over-heels in love with my friends. It’s disgusting really. And slightly concerning maybe? I am twenty-three years old and I cannot function away from my dumb little friends. They complete me. Even after the great heartbreak of ’18, I ensured myself I didn’t need anyone else to…

(TW: mention of weight and predatory behaviour) Every time I catch a glimpse of my fat, rounded arse, or my tummy creates these lovely soft rolls as I pose for a picture, every time I notice the bumpy, imperfect texture on the back of my thighs, I think of you. …

She lays belly down in the setting sun of the St Kilda gardens, the shadows of her straw bag and drink bottle casting long, romantic shapes across her shoulders. I wonder what she is reading. The wind seems not to bother her and her long brown hair sits comfortably wrapped…

When I was younger my dream job was to work in an airport. Not on the planes as a hostess, though that seemed like fun. I wanted to be on the ground. I wanted to be surrounded constantly by the raw emotion, the unbridled humanity that can only be expected…