A short story about moving out, becoming yourself and some queer moments in between. Inspired by (somewhat) true events. Moving out is a...

Now listen closely children, this is important. Romance and sex are NOT the sole provenances of intimacy. You do not need to be someone’s...

First, I just want to clarify - I have never seen a maple tree. I think I've tasted genuine maple syrup, like once. But I sincerely hope...

Yes, of course I was cleaning up, what did you expect? This place is an absolute pigsty! Wait, do you not know how to clean?

Her family had a rule about pork: Eat it. You go to hell. Baz’s workaround for this was, never to eat pork unless someone else was buying.

By the time the typhoon season passed its peak, Nichi and Ginoza had started spending time together on purpose.

The first of three times Nichi finds Ginoza in the rain. A three-part response to the stormy weather we've been having.

The word Trantle is Scottish in origin. (n) small articles of little value, odds and ends, miscellaneous bits of furniture, gear or...

There were no answers in her life. No easy paths. Just choices. Endless choices. The only thing she couldn’t choose was not to decide.

Bhama is a history teacher. Her students hate history. So, she takes them to a museum. Except the museum is a very weird place.

“Do you know the story of Persephone?” she asked him, as she took a can of hairspray from her bag.

The fairy was dressed all in silver, with diamonds on his shoe and stars in his hair. Silver eyes puffed up, like he had been crying.

The girl sitting across the round table was staring. At the collection of crystals artfully strew across the living room.

There are few things in heaven and earth that can cause as many calamities as a girl in love.