Author: Noelle Currie

poetry about separation 0

Stage Direction

Poem Kiss (rewind) Act three comes every night. It’s (soft) fleeting, but my first in years. Hands stroking my hips (nails chewed to the quick). I’m not yours. Was I ever (the sort to...

poem about the ocean and love 0

The Ocean And I At The End Of The World

Poem I was there- where the sand starts to spill over, My toes splayed out across the cold tar, The marram grass combing the sky in riots. I was there with the sea in...

Rabbit Morning, poem about nightmares 0

Aged

Poem Sometimes my dreams are so real That when I’ve woken I am still terrified. The cold linoleum rises to meet the pads of my feet. The breeze breathes on my bare back. It...

hell 0

Son of a Witch – Sam

Sam would become the true friend Gio had so ardently wished for when he was twelve. Sam has been to hell three separate times and all he got were some lousy scars. He goes out...

short fiction 0

Son of a Witch – Agnes

Short Fiction   Do you want the short version or the long one? Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter. It’s not my story so I don’t really get a say in how it...

short story 0

Charlie

Short Story   Charlie was an Oxford man. That is, he attended until they found him under the sheets with a hired boy. Then they promptly relieved him of his education, his future. Thing...

social poem 0

High Rises

Poem   High rises grow from the city like weeds. Concrete is supple soil if the gardener is nurturing and ruthless. Living things need both to blossom. The fruit the buildings bare drips down...

magical poem 0

Shimmer Girl

Poem   I knew a girl once sly as time sneaking by right under your nose, ticking and tocking and counting breaths till death. She dressed in a black slink and rubbed her eyes...

forest creatures 0

Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Six

Serial Fantasy “We are to leave soon, Little Thing,” Ice said lazily one evening while freezing little flowers beside her until the red petals dried and cracked apart. “You must take your heart and...

surreal fantasy 0

Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Five

Fantasy “Would you like to know the secret?” Little Thing nodded. “If you can survive submerging yourself in this spring I will tell you and then I will make love to you.” The human...

fantasy 0

Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Four

Fantasy The immortals served their sentences and paid no head to the fact Little Thing was overhearing. For in their eyes, Little Thing was just that. A little human, meek and powerless, there only...