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Author: Anna Spargo-Ryan

Just a funny little game.

My cat died today. But I won't believe it. So I wrote it into my story, so now it is fiction. ‘Have you seen Harriet?’ Ashok’s voice was short, urgent, his face pulled stricken, but hopeful. We would have an answer. We would know that she was safe.


NaNoWriMo – Day 19

To my surprise, I am still writing to the curve. It feels strange, day after day. Every morning thinking this is the day I'll stop writing it, but being pushed on by that brown line. I'm competitive, even with myself. Especially with myself. Sometimes the story comes together


An anniversary of sorts

This week marks five years since the only miscarriage I've had. I know that because Gaz took me away for my birthday, and when we got back the baby had died. I wrote about it once (and all the other times I wrote about it). I


NaNoWriMo – Day 7

Today I am sick and hiding in my office with the window open, trying to cool my skin, which is on fire. I've written just over 10,000 words, which was par for yesterday, but I've not written anything today. I might, just to see what


Massagers; A Play by Anna Spargo-Ryan

INT. Anna's living room LILY spots the gifted pleasure device charging on ANNA's desk. LILY: What is this? ANNA [panicking]: It's a massager. LILY: Oh right. I think I've seen these before. ANNA: Yeah, ha-ha. LILY has a closer look at pleasure device. LILY: I found one at the old house, in your drawer. It was just sitting