First-Person Writing

SEEING THINGS IN THE DARK / OH COMELY

I am staring up at where the ceiling should be, except the ceiling isn’t there any more. In its place is blackness, and

“Jason, can you hear me?”, I said to the empty bedroom. “Are you there?” Apparently I was not. I got up from my

I was sitting in a Pizza Hut in the past, waiting to be disappointed. The conversation turned – as conversation inevitably does when

He was mine, that frog. His name was Freddie, and somewhere within his squidgy interior was a bell that rang if you gave

With apologies to Ben Matthew, my bicycle is probably my best friend. It’s rare for me to arrive at any engagement without a

We’ve just met. Hello. Hi. We share first names and tentative smiles, a handshake or a nod or the offer of a sausage

The relationship had become like a favourite jumper; it was wearing thin at the elbows and didn’t really fit any more, but neither

It can be a daunting prospect, getting to know someone. Cousins and birthmarks and old relationships and the songs they like and the

When do you become an adult? Legally it’s 18, of course, but it used to be 21, so that takes some of the

It was a new millennium and my mother was covered in blood. As usual, it was entirely my fault. I should explain: My