I’ve joined Wattpad!

Or, more accurately, I’ve actually started a story on there after being a member of the community for about a year. If you’re into your fantasy and paranormal romance, feel free to check out Hellborn, my latest writing project, which is being written under my pen name, Jasmin Loren. So far, I’ve only uploaded the…

The seed of an idea

Have you ever had a character rattling around inside your head for days, weeks, months – hell, even years – but you didn’t quite know what their story was? A certain character took up residence in my head over three years ago. She made a nest in the warm, grey folds of my brain (are…

The Interview

Hello! It’s been a while since I shared any writing. It’s been a manic few weeks for one reason or another, and I also started a new job on Tuesday. Finally, five years since I graduated, I can finally say I have a job related to my degree! My undergrad was in English Lit and…

Magnets

A ghost helps a young woman come to terms with her grief. Who said ghosts always have to be scary? I’ve been working on this story on and off for the past couple of weeks. I hope you enjoy it. Some people might think that rainbow-coloured alphabet fridge magnets are childish, but for me, they…

Sleepy Boy

Perhaps rather disturbingly, this short piece was inspired by a late night conversation with my boyfriend. “What is this?” he asked, lifting the glass to inspect its contents. The burgundy wine within it was unremarkable in appearance, but its sweet caress against his taste buds was anything but. His date, sat on the floor, bare…

Even gods die

In memory of my panda-shaped pen. You may have been just a pen in the eyes of the majority, but to me, you were something more. You were creator and destroyer, entire universes spilling forth from your tip and destroyed in half a breath as you ran them through, leaving an inked scar in your…

Summer in the city

A flash fiction piece that I wrote today at my writing meetup. I’d finished the longer piece I’d been working on (which I’ll be typing up tomorrow) and I had a brief case of writer’s block when I tried to begin something else. I decided to describe a typical summer scene on any high street…

First Date

This story initially started off as a flash fiction piece, but one thing led to another and before I knew it, it was 3,000 words spread over 8 pages. Who can relate? I think it’s great when a story organically grows beyond what you had originally planned for it, though. I actually finished First Date…

My Anxiety’s A Hand

Here’s a poem that I wrote about my experience with a counsellor at university. For the spoken rendition, click here. A therapist once asked me what shape was my anxiety, told me to look deep inside, push aside my guts, lungs and heart to find where it resides. He sat, one leg crossed over the…

Housemate

Have you ever had a nightmare housemate? Let me know in the comments below. “Seriously,” Maggie all but snarled, “It’s nearly 3am. Shut the fuck up.” She hauled herself into a sitting position and grappled for a pillow to throw. To her dismay, she realised that she’d thrown all but one. 3am and her alarm…

Last Train

One thing I like to do with my flash fiction pieces is to leave them open-ended. I want the story to stay with the reader long after they have read that final sentence. Leaving them with questions like “What’s gonna happen to these characters now?” is one way in which I do this. I like…

A Journey

How long’s my journey to the local grocery store? I’d say around five minutes on foot, three if I’m feeling particularly energetic. How long’s my journey to the train station? Five minutes on the bus, fifteen on foot. How long’s my journey to the Starbucks where I like to sit and read a book whilst…

Painted Skies

These a piece of flash fiction based on a poem I wrote in the wake of my great grandmother’s death. She’d lived with dementia for more than ten years before she passed and her passing was far from dignified. I wrote the poem almost as a re-imagining of her final moments. As I wrote it,…

Hello!

I thought it would be rude to dive straight into a story or poem without first introducing myself. Hi there! I’m Jazz, avid reader and creator of worlds (like, worlds built with words, not literal worlds). As I said in my About section, I could write a 10,000 essay about why I write, but I…