The short life of Starlet Fey

My name is Starlet Fey, and I was born on the 14th of February, 1921. I was nineteen at the time, kind of cute – if a little chubby. But I could sing, and London loved me. My lineage was forgettable, and my family on the edges of middle class, though I had my Irish…

The red regret. A vampire drabble.

As occasionally happens with the curious creatures of the night that I meet along the road, they do sometimes return. Surprisingly, Rihan wasn’t gone for very long at all. Only a breath, only a moment, and she returned in a flicker of light and shadow with another small chapter to her life, a glimpse into her mind…

Does anyone remember George?

Well, do you? I know I remember him. I’ve been wanting to get a new story out for a while now, but since the competition excitement and book drama took up so much of my time over the last few weeks (If you missed it, you can follow/ catch up here), it’s only now I’ve had the ability…

The crawling darkness

This is an old one. A poem wrote many dark nights ago (okay, years ago) and just for fun I thought it may like to see the light of day. Notably, it’s a darker take on a line by Wordsworth, inspired in the first line I use.   The crawling darkness. JR Manawa. darkness falling from…

A Goth in a graveyard after dark. Did I mention there was a circus?!

When my friend messaged me a snapshot of an article from TimeOut, advertising Depart as a ‘Circus in a Cemetery’, with the caption ‘Interested?’ well…my reply?  You know me too well. DEPART CIRCUS : A guided tour through the underworld in Tower Hamlets Cemetery Black robes catch in the wind as they stride forward, slowly…