Colours of a stormy day seen through frosted glass with a leaf pattern.

Photography: Storm day

I'm trying this thing right now where I allow myself to step away from I am going to take a bright, shiny picture of this eye-catchingly beautiful thing (which is fun and lovely, so I'm not putting that down at all) and capture more everyday scenes and moments. I'm challenging myself to shoot and process … Continue reading Photography: Storm day

Discovering balance

Discovering balance

An untidy and honest story about rediscovering myself and embracing life at a different pace. I've always had difficulty with balance. I'm a very all-or-nothing person and most of the time it's all. I struggle to locate my pause button. Rest feels like laziness. Stopping feels like failure. I've always known these weren't exactly healthy … Continue reading Discovering balance

Why I deleted my Instagram

Why I deleted my Instagram

Before I get into this, I want to say loudly and clearly, nothing monumental has occurred and this is not a political statement or social commentary. It's just a thing I did because I wanted to. OK, let's get into this. Deleting my Instagram has been both a long time coming and the result of … Continue reading Why I deleted my Instagram

Time for a short fiction break

Time for a short fiction break

A long time ago in a galaxy far...OK, about a year and a half ago, right here on this website, I did a month-long flash fiction challenge. The stories were originally posted here, then I freaked out about having so much first-draft-ish stuff on this site (that was the point of the challenge, to write … Continue reading Time for a short fiction break

Evidence, Omerta. Flash fiction by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Short fiction: Evidence, omerta

Time stretched out and contracted in dizzying waves as my breathing became shallow and laboured. The air was thin, dark, hollow. I counted, one minute and twenty-eight seconds, one twenty-nine, one thirty and I gasped for breath, an involuntary impulse, a sudden desperate hitch of the diaphragm. The blood was warm through my fingers, over … Continue reading Short fiction: Evidence, omerta

Cigarettes as a metaphor for heartbreak. Flash fiction by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Short fiction: Cigarettes as a metaphor for heartbreak

Six months ago, you whispered through tears, “I love you.” One month ago, I stood next to my car with you, experiencing the dawning realisation that this was going nowhere. I leaned on the door and shuffled my feet as you said I didn’t fit into your life anymore, not now that you were sorting … Continue reading Short fiction: Cigarettes as a metaphor for heartbreak

Spark. Flash fiction by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Short fiction: Spark

And in the end, it all came back to energy. Kilojoules, calories, newtons, lumens, decibels, volts...mostly volts. I started to see units of measurement everywhere, numbers to define how something could be experienced, seen, heard, felt, pressed, fuelled, burned, used, destroyed. It started when I read that 2,450 volts of electricity would be passed through … Continue reading Short fiction: Spark

Heartbled and soulrisen. Flash fiction by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Short fiction: Heartbled and soulrisen

I think an airport is the only place where it’s socially acceptable to drink at seven o’clock on a Tuesday morning. Not that I usually drink anywhere at seven o’clock on any morning, or ever really. My yearly alcohol consumption comes in somewhere around the suggested limit for one week but this feels like a … Continue reading Short fiction: Heartbled and soulrisen

To Mother's farm. Flash fiction by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Short fiction: To Mother’s farm

“We need him in bits before we can move him. He’s never going to fit in the car all in one piece and I’m not driving along with a fucking body propped up in the back seat wearing sunglasses and a hat like he’s drunk and we’re on our way home from a party.” “What, … Continue reading Short fiction: To Mother’s farm

The Mariana Trench and Everest. Flash fiction by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Short fiction: The Mariana Trench and Everest

I remember when it first began. I was sitting on the living room floor playing with my toy boats, pretending the blue rug was the sea. I arranged the big boats into the areas I had decided were shipping lanes and made sure the smaller boats kept well out of their way. My father, my … Continue reading Short fiction: The Mariana Trench and Everest