Duke has been a war horse without a war to fight in for as long as he can remember... until news hits: war has come to Ardenic.

The Horse Who Fell in Scorland

Wrenched from the world of the living, Kassidy becomes a vampire with two clashing generations of the curse running in her veins.

Twisted Bloodlines

All three books in the Cats Collection, following Shadow and his tribe's adventures, collected in one special print edition!

The Cats Collection

Chance Poe and his Demon employer, Mr. Ambrose, investigate a discrepancy at the Soul Affairs office, as a romance blossoms.

The Demon Of Darkenhall Lane

This poetry collection is a celebration of nature and our often overlooked feathered friends. 

On Gentle Wings

An article about the release of Everything Under The Rainbow on the Borough Wide Community Network.

Everything Under The Rainbow Article

An interview with Kayla King about writing during the pandemic.

Pages Penned In Pandemic

An article about The Telegraph’s Teen Writing Competition, in which I came runner-up with my poem 'Dear Oskar'.

The Telegraph’s Teen Writing Competition

An article about my poem Supported Through The Storm, created with the Million Voices children in care group, from Wigan Today.

Supported Through The Storm Article

Maroon passes the window
and I wonder whether, for a single,
miraculous moment, I have been taken
to another hour, so many years earlier;
to another bus, so many miles away...

Our Colours, Their Colours

Once we loved each other; 
what a joke. How can I look back 
to the mum I knew and say, I loved
her? Impossible. When lies 
cover her tongue, melding with 
cold truths to create an obscene 
reality…

Spurn

I think these trees are whispering
their lonely secrets to me;
dying leaves inhale my smoke
and remember what it was
to be alive, and to feel...

Their Little Thoughts

Her silver fingertips no longer grace
the windowpane–our shared love,
or so it was; now, I can no longer see
the once-lingering beauty gifted to me...

Winter Beauty, Gone

You work too much–too often–too hard…
yet these late nights all meld into one:
fingers twitching, vision shaking,
and a developing mind on the brink of collapse...

Freelancer

This choking sunlight never burned
the skin you kissed when you were here;
one street away, another cul-de-sac,
and you saved me from the sting of this–

this suffocating existence, where normal
is king, and kings have queens, and I was yours...

Love Letter Penned By A Pining Princess

It's hard to find a haven when your world is swamped with electric lights and the cold, hard glares of Enforcement Officers. Sometimes, you can't slip through the cracks--sometimes, E-Officers catch you before you can dart into the night...

Me And E

I can’t believe I chased you. Night after night, my dreams were consumed by nothing but a glowing god who allowed me to speak His name – your name – even as my lips trembled to form the dignified vowels and consonants...

Weight Of A God

Beyond restless bouts of caffeinated sleep,
and thoughts which roll between the tongue,
remaining unsaid for the good of all—
except, perhaps, my strained heart—
who am I? ...

Nothing: A Tired Perception Of The Teenage Self

You are another sellotaped piece of lined paper adorning my hot-pink bedroom walls. Look at my collection—look at the friendships I’ve gathered in ink. Jada created nightmares out of childhood characters for me, and I coloured in the teeth...

Look At Love

Iron cage. Cold. Twisted
into the image of an exhausted
home. *House*. A trap crueller
than any snare, lurking in the
grass. *Town*. Rural. Isolated...

Grey Eyes

They think that you wake up one day with a new identity, plucked out of thin air for kicks. They don't see the process of discovery - finding out who you are and what that means to you. They don't see the endless fights...

Being Trans Is Exhausting

Between light-speckled greenery
of new and ancient oaken trees--
that which we call our hallowed home;
the forest that I have always known--
I hear her song, twixt the wind
which lightly whistles through branches thinned...

Her Wordless Love Song

She loved me as she loved her favourite movie:
tears in her eyes, kisses on her lips,
but only for ninety minutes...

Loved & Forgotten

Last day. Reese kicks a stone at Mrs. Jones' car--it narrowly misses the tyre and skids beneath the hot pink body of the out-of-place convertible. He murmurs a curse, and we nod. In our teenage minds, she deserves all the stones we can kick...

Frozen Wheel

Now, my boots fill with the damp
of autumn gone and winter's dawn--
as the soles skid across frosted concrete,
and the laces quiver against the cold...

Winter Skies

Deep in the heart of a sun-dappled forest, a great oak tree rose far above the surrounding greenery. It stood, proud, in the middle of its realm, and existed as a silent ruler of the area it had grown into...

Sickness

Do I miss the soft touch of your arms,
as they enclosed both my body and my heart?
Perhaps. I cannot escape the melting memories...

Without You

What lies behind that perfect flesh,
moulded to your features just so?
Tell me that this ridiculous truth is not truth.
Show me the one who shudders, stutters, and cries.

Nocturnal Self

Locked in a hot-pink bedroom--
blame my child self, the teen
covered the colour in posters--
I learned to live without losing...

Oskar Leonard

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