Cold Stories

The cold seeped through the seams of her flimsy jacket and Kat shivered violently. The icy finger of a zephyr curled its way around her neck like a scarf and raised goosebumps over her back. Impatiently, she pressed the doorbell for a third time. The snow had arrived a month earlier and had not left, lying in a thick blanket that seemed to hold in the freezing temperatures. Unable to cope, public transport had ground to a...

The sun’s waking up And you don’t want it toYou say, “Sun please go back to sleep, your baby misses the moon”(A.K.A your excuse to stay fixed in your room)Not because it’s beautiful Or because it lights up the darknessThe moon to you is just the makingsOf a fruit ripped with excusesFor you to lay and rest your eyes in those sleeping bags they've createdIt’s getting easier for you, anywayAs the weather starts to freeze and...