Francis Curt O'Neill
Writer and artist based in the north of England, passionate about all forms of storytelling.
@curtoneill on most socials
A Little Birdie Told Me
"Something's waiting for you on your desk." "Er... thanks..." Something? That's helpful. What's a few more words for clarity's sake? Too much evidently. I hate this place. Every tongue is forked, every helping hand slick with blood from another thrown to the wolves.
Best Served Any Way You Can Get It
Kill them with kindness? I'd rather do it with cake. Side serving of malice. Bake with intention. Follow each step with meticulous care.
At Last You Are Welcome
There's something in the barn. Amongst the bones of old beams thick with dust. Beneath hay pyres, brittle and coarse. I can hear it, growling under the everyday.
Heart Shaped Hole
I write this as testament. I know all too well the power of remembrance. DAY: 268 Together forever. Guess that was a lie. Like a whole lot of things too good to be true.