Kibble

I go over to Megan’s place on the weekend. Her Mum is great. I call her Auntie Susan, even though she’s not my Auntie. I dawdle, splashing in muddy puddles. ...

This was just something I did from a writing prompt on www.creativewritingprompts.com. Begin a story with "the clock winked". The clock winked. “Time for school.”“Oh. Right.”“Aren’t I comi

I hope this is in the right place. This is my first ever stop motion. Excuse the random flickering between washed-out and hypercolour; I think there's something weird going on ...

Don't ThinkBarefoot, she toddlesWhite lampshade dress --She wants a story.Go ahead.You know this place will blunt those eyesEyes, suns Don’t think --That if, if, ifThey burned in paler skinHer seeds