This is collection of micro and short stories fiction that I will add to as I can.

All stories are a work of fiction but I do tend to draw inspiration from real life events.

Some are only 100-200 words long, while others may be much longer.

Some of the longer ones (such as 'Like no one is watching) are currently short stories but may later be expanded into something larger. I would love to write a full length novel some day.

I hope you enjoy reading them and I appreciate any feedback you may have (I can handle it ;) )

Emily

With one final push and a groan that made the woman in the next room shiver, the baby was forced into the world.

One hour and two thousand tears later, the young mother finally cradled her child. She blinked slowly and held back a cringe, peering into the face that was nothing like it was supposed to be, the darkness consuming her as she imagined their future. The realisation manifested as a lump in her throat that she knew would never dissipate. Not completely.  

She stared at his tiny hands as they reached out, threatening to squeeze every ounce of being right from her. Otherwise, his hands at least, looked normal.

The midwife smiled nervously as she accepted the mother’s phone, taking a quick photo before passing it back and hurrying out of the room. The whispers of family members in the hallway reminding her to plaster a look on her face that she hoped conveyed indifference.

The mother fiddled with her phone momentarily, before hitting ‘post’. The fake smile in the photo immediately infiltrated the facebook feed, declaring to her entire world the arrival of a son who she loved overwhelmingly and unconditionally.

They would buy it. Like it.

There was a time when she was young, or so she says, when the bridge over the creek was quite new and jumping carelessly into the water below was a favourite pastime.

In those moments, between launching herself from the wooden slats and landing, less than elegantly, into the flowing water below, she had been free.

She longed to be again.

Six months later and here we are, well some of us, standing atop the bridge, staring into that same space of water. We open the urn, say our final goodbyes and set her free once more.  

Then we keep living.