“One day,” Schell said, pressing forward. “The three of us are breaking up the caulk that formed on the coils, compensator excess, green and hard, and the boiler starts to make weird sounds. Deep sounds, nothing like we’d ever heard before.” I started scribbling in highschool. Pre-internet meant the best schools could offer on the… Read More Backstage


This entry is not about circular buns with holes in the middle. Sorry. I’ve been writing since I don’t know when. Not necessarily in the hope of always getting published, but more so in the hope of developing my imagination. Of getting my ideas down on paper (my creative medium of choice) and, like most… Read More Bagel

Nurses’ sleep-psycho, sorry, sleep-cycle’

One of my BFFs suggested the book ‘Furiously Happy’ by Jenny Larson. Not only does it detail someone’s lifelong and inspiring battle against mental illness, but it does so with some side-splitting anecdotes, and midnight-black humour, as the author faces each day with the sort of challenges many of us can recognise. It also has… Read More Nurses’ sleep-psycho, sorry, sleep-cycle’