S. A. Crawford
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Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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Broken Clock Stories
Ritchie Black never did shut up. He predicted everything; lightning and rain, traffic jams and accidents, floods and fires. The problem was, he was never right... until he was, and even then he was wrong. When the dark patch of water bubbled and broiled, it wasn't Godzilla that raised its head. Just a colossal grey submarine with shining turrets pointed right at the harbour master's office.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Fiction
The End of Malcolm McLeod
Some stories beg to be told like plaintive children, desperate to be heard in a noisy world. Others, like the story of poor Malcolm McLeod, my brother, demand to be told; they bite and scratch up the throat, making no allowances for fear. So listen, young men, and take heed, for I'll tell it only once. This story could save your life when you walk the misty moors of Scotland.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Fiction
Freya's War Cry
The concept of 'feminine rage' has been floating around for some time, but I feel like it has taken off in recent years, largely due to the wave of self-expression amongst younger women on TikTok. It may seem contradictory, at first; rage, after all, is a human emotion, one step above anger and, I would argue, one below wrath.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Beat
The Perfectionist Diaries - 3
Good friends are worth their weight in gold; mine are some of the best. No matter how silly I become, how wrapped up in my own head, how afraid of failure or stagnation, they bring lightness and fun to my life. I am not ashamed nor afraid to say that my life wouldn't amount to very much without them.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Confessions
One Foot in the Past: a Playlist
Time runs through our fingers like water, and the harder we try to hold onto it, the quicker it goes. This is something everyone has to come to terms with, but music has always been there. It holds the mystic cords of memory in place, and can bring us back to a time long past with a single note. In fact, research into neuroplasticity and music suggests that music therapy could alleviate some of the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Beat
Fading Footsteps
Four footsteps in soft mud, two small, two large. One forward, one behind, winding ever forward with lessons along the way. Growing until they match, like reflections. When the pace changes and they switch, I will not leave you behind. You taught me to look forward, hold up my chin, be careful, and be kind. Though the lessons were taught, counted in mismatched footsteps, I find, as yours fall back, that I cannot forgive time.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Fiction
Flying for Beginners
Wind brushed softly over the rusty bridge, picking up leaves as it went, and the sunlight was like thick, golden syrup on the world. She had always wanted to fly, a childish dream that seemed impossible. All her dreams had seemed impossible until now. With the gentle wind running its fingers through her hair, it felt painfully possible. Ahe saw the sparkling water, the floating birds, and heard children laughing beyond the treeline. The world was beautiful, she thought, but she was already halfway down.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Fiction
The Perfectionist Diaries - 2
Vocal has proven to be so much more than a platform, for me. It was the place I first won a runner-up prize for writing (a love poem that I am immensely proud of, though I have now learned more about poetry and can see its flaws), it's where I first uploaded an original short story for everyone to see, it's where I took the plunge and entered a folkloric horror story into the Vocal+ Fiction Challenge, coming as a runner up (and bagging a cheeky free year of Vocal+).
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Confessions
Enforcing failure to avoid self-rejection. Top Story - March 2023.
I have never considered myself to be a perfectionist; my motto, professionally, academically, and personally has always been that my best is good enough. If I fail at work, as a person, or in school (which in all honesty I rarely, if ever, did), I was good at forgiving myself and picking up the pieces.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Psyche
