Short Story: The Life of a Liferaft

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The chemical composition of love is C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2, supposedly.

In the common tongue, that’s dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin.

Apparently, it’s easy to synthesise and manufacture. Morally ambiguous scientists in white lab coats are probably doing so right now. But overdosing on any single of those elements can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity. Continue Reading

Short Story: Light Me Up

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I’m a pick-me-up. They pick me up with their trembling hands and their mustard nails and set me down with their hearts racing and mind stable. He, Ashley, will clutch me with his angst-clumsy fingers, slide me off the counter, slip me from his pocket.

And then he’ll put me down, often carelessly – amongst a clattering clutter of keys and change on the counter in the hall, or perhaps just leave me smothered in the swathes of his jacket pocket. Once he left me at Cole’s house for almost a fortnight and I came home to find a cheap plastic imposter, no doubt from the Londis down in Mornington Crescent, filling my place.

Today is different; today is a bad day.

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