Sarah O'Grady
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I like to play with words to escape reality. Or at least to try and make sense of it.
Debut Poetry Collection - '12:37' - Available on Amazon
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How to fill a hot water bottle. (Or, How to get through the night.)
1. Go to the cupboard where you keep all the towels and sheets. It's at the top of the stairs. Take a deep breath and roll your shoulders back. For this will take some effort. Reach up and dig into the mountain of materials. Past the scratchy towels, the creased sheets, the mismatched pillowcases, the marooned sock. Keep feeling until you find something somewhat soft. There might be a bit of matting from lack of use. With a slight hardness underneath. Grab onto it. Firmly. Begin to start pulling it out of its hole. Like a game of Jenga, don't let the mountain get on top of you. It helps to use one hand for steadying the mountain and the other hand for gripping on to the hot water bottle. Carefully slide it out. Take your time.
By Sarah O'Grady17 days ago in Fiction
For This is No Dance of Magic, But a Flare Thrown Up Into The Darkness
The Christmas lights switch on. An annual event that gets the whole community together. From the littlest ones in their ‘My First Christmas’ onesies to the oldest of old, taking extra care as they walk towards the big green centrepiece. It's the talk of the town for the week before and after.
By Sarah O'Grady2 months ago in Humans
Safe is where you choose it to be.
The key is still in the lock. It seems I was in a hurry to get out. I grasp onto the handle, as I have done every time before. My knuckles white, I rub at the ornate filigree tip. Glancing down, I can glimpse my reflection in that sliver of brass. Polished to gleaming from my every attempt. I note the notches along the doorframe. Two, four, six and eight.
By Sarah O'Grady2 months ago in Fiction
