Borders (Re)Imagined

New writing across genres and fictional worlds; a new voice in an increasingly writing world.

Immoveable Stains

A chipped mug on small table's edge - too close, might fall - a remnant from times lit brighter, lighter than now, the coffee cold; heart the same.   Were it to fall, shards wouldn't be as sharp as the broken... Continue Reading →


Listen to the Void

Snow was falling - trying to fall.  Merely dust-like beyond glass splash painted with dried grime of rain. A futile white wash on a world grey with fatigue, blue-hued from screens ever on.  Cloud-covered skies, minds veiled in electricity -... Continue Reading →

Life Drawing

An object for an hour, she was used to being watched: admired, feared; distracted by and studied. But most of all drawn. The sound of pencil on paper, the raspy smudge of a thumb through graphite or urgent rub of... Continue Reading →

The Knowing

After the rattle of the train journey, the pace of the city streets - so much faster than that of those in the country - brought a comforting anonymity to her progression to the bar. Here, she could be who... Continue Reading →


The voices rose aloft - choral song a matin more apt than winged chirping and spiral ascension of notes natural, yes, though lacking in human sentiment.   Heavy, the remnant somnolent veil this morning; limbs disinclined to lift from sheets... Continue Reading →

Down in the Dark

Bitter the taste, bile rising, as it sinks in deep - this is actually happening.  Nauseated wave near knocks her out; a sway or two, but still erect.  Flutter, O Heart, thy end be near.  Down, down in the dark,... Continue Reading →

The Rain Came in the Night

The rain came in the night, washed away history's news, but brought something worse to torment the day with its liquid torrent, too fluid to pin down; or take a moment and with logic surround.  What next?  ran his dully aching... Continue Reading →

Sight Closed To Better See

Fingers to eyelids press, sight closed to better see memory and recall.  Face in grimace, he imagines what went before or happened then. And a thought - Did I..? - heralds fatigue, a weighted veil descends and settles over shoulders tight... Continue Reading →

Dark Pools

Her face a flame drawing moths in, light a soft caress of flawless skin - rays like fingertips stroke a statue; a mute song to beauty (so they said). And as cold as stone.  A look closer and the sheen... Continue Reading →

Flight Without Body

The small feather was born aloft as the pillow - now plumped, sunken shadows of sleeping heads removed - its position found once more. Adrift, white and fragile remnant of bird once winged - free to hope, to soar; free... Continue Reading →

Leaf Blown, Violent Dash

Leaf blown, violent dash across rear vision - a sight to distract if not enough to crash, but she starts in alarm not sounded. A jolt to move the body - rigid before, tense from fear - to livid, quick... Continue Reading →

Magic Yet Lives On

One word, two; veritable stream of consciousness waterfall onto screen, to paper (dependent on each creator) - routine tremulous as a string; musical or cordial.   A sigh for anxiety's release, pressure for output a constant even fresh air and... Continue Reading →

Tidings, Whispers

Green shoots fingers clawing towards the sun above earth damp from thawing frost (yet real threat to stirring bulbs). Not spring, but first hope of renewal; initial verdancy a promise of solar heat and smiles out of doors, surrounded by... Continue Reading →

The Dogs Ran Free

Bloated shrew immobile, almost crushed under booted foot as the dogs ran free - like wolves, in pursuit of the glorious rubious fox - over grassy fields, under and through morning dappled shadows of the majestic towering pines. Temperately free,... Continue Reading →


Booted feet set to street covered in ice, not melted by grit. A missed spot on which to slip, to fall, face near dirty grates steaming from underground as the cars rush by, exhaust fumes pungent clouds, mixed with marzipan... Continue Reading →

Nature’s Waking

Mist pendant over grass strung with webs, strung like harps to sing in the dawn, mark Nature's waking, light opening like a lover's eyes to reveal the world - the earth, the trees - to caress with soft breeze all surrounding,... Continue Reading →

Woollen Nostalgia

Arm, goose-fleshed in morning reveal to chill air of the room, tells her the dawn lights a frost brought under cover of night and brightly shining stars, cold and removed from Earth by some many millions of miles.   She... Continue Reading →

Liquid Congregation

Condensation on the glass, beading to run a rivulet down, down to join raindrops pooled and shuddering with each added brother, sister - congregation gliding along the outer frame. A hand she places, quick warmth glowing, growing outwards and she barks... Continue Reading →

Leaf Snow

A morning stroll through woodlands still dark, unblessed by light of dawn, and the birds are singing her welcome to their realm. Leaf snow falls upon her head, to her feet, joining pine cones and other debris to crunch beneath... Continue Reading →

Dead Battery

A string, a sound to touch the heart; a voice, a word that plays like a harp to sensibilities heightened, sharp, on edge even in the dawn-lit world.   It crackles.   With a whirl, a rush to catch-up with... Continue Reading →


She counted not silver in the palm of her hand; neither gold. But copper now her skin, stained fingertips from the scrounge for pennies; a tuppence. The hat, it held a mountain within - but precious metal ever lacked.  She... Continue Reading →

The Crow and the Toad

The crow was back. His beady eyes alert as ever, head - strangely bald, feathers pulled by some other bird perhaps - cocked to one side, the other: ever moving to keep her in sight. A hop forward and he... Continue Reading →


Breeze from beyond glass, window ajar, blows in scent of basil; so sweet, full of memory of then: when heat warmed skin, already golden from long days 'neath foreign sun; when food tasted better, simply by virtue of soil different, deliciously... Continue Reading →

Rules and Habits

In routine there was comfort, room to breathe - at intervals precise. A personal art, to design a day from end to end just so; an unfolding of self into rules and habits. Disruption, however, was thief of the very breath... Continue Reading →

The Stranger

Heads of fuchsia tremble, white and redly pendant blossoms swaying in and out of focus as she pretends not to watch the stranger beyond. Around these floral warning bells browning leaves rustle, marking the oncoming season; sounding the alarm that... Continue Reading →


Crumpled bits of paper -  their purpose crushed in a singular fist.  The necessary, the desired; hopes and dreams intermingled with the humdrum. All discarded; all done with. She regarded the growing pile: would she remember their contents in a... Continue Reading →


Sheets tangled, intertwined with feet, skin thus clothed and unclothed by fabric and the cool air of the morning. Room an awakening  to the night just passed, only remnant the glass  his lips had touched.

Leaf Shadow

Frail leaf, even its shadow trapped, imprisoned in the tangled web, aided by bodiless breeze - useless. The sun rises further; leaf quivers on into dust. The lady smiles.

Summer Fruit

Lips swollen, she bites into the soft red flesh, juice and seeds dribbling down her chin, her neck; the summer fruit still held in a poised hand, colour offset by cherry nails just done. Heat of the midday hour presses... Continue Reading →

The Faces

The faces crowd round, calling, laughing; there, by the bed.  Some, overhead. Faces, teeth bared; discoloured  reveal of white a sign of malintent.  These ghoulish masks, these snarling beasts: nocturnal memory, night's rehash of her waking hell these days. The... Continue Reading →

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