Deep in the woods, where the sun’s light never reaches to break apart the shadows, through a thicket of brambles and stinging shrubs, there stands a house. It is not made of gingerbread, nor does it walk on chicken’s legs. But it is, for want of a better word, home. My devil trees need feeding. […]
Author: Sophie Sparrow
Sophie Sparrow writes speculative fiction and humour. Her work has appeared in Mad Scientist Journal and (Dis)Ability: An Anthology. You can keep up to date with what she's doing at www.writersophiesparrow.com or on Twitter @_sophiesparrow.