Monthly Archives: August 2014

Why Writers are my Rock Stars

I stood palpitating, the crowd around me swollen with hysteric anticipation. If only I could just get a glimpse of him. I had idolised, fawned and fantasised for so long. The hot spotlight hit his head and spun outward like the golden heroic thread of gilded biblical texts. By the time I had shuffled to […]

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The kind of life that living like you will die tomorrow brings

My hairdresser spotted it. She always does. She’s more like a scalp savant than a hairdresser. “Brooke, have you experienced a traumatic event recently, say, perhaps a month ago?” I cast my mind back. Kate can read my head as a gypsy reads a crystal ball so I knew that there had to be some […]

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