S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
The Hand of Humility
There are men who sit astride their world as giants, and there are three truths about these men, her mother would say. Three immutable truths. First, they will assume women are weak. Second, they believe they are smarter than everyone around them. Finally, they are convinced that they are irresistible.
- Top Story - June 2023
People's Exhibit A
**Some dogs like to live life on the edge, this much is true, but the accused, Tia, should have been called Evel after a man who is clearly her icon, Evel Knievel. You see, Tia does not laugh in the face of death; she sprints toward it with abandon, looking at safety and sanity in the rearview mirror. I could list her crimes against common sense, decency, and intelligence all day, good people of the jury, but what good would it do?
A Delicious Heist
Nanny had a routine when she cooked. She measured and mixed, then cleaned, then shaped and baked, then poured a mug of tea. So Hamish knew that he had about as much time as one cartoon show to pull off the heist of his life. Unfortunately, he couldn't do it alone. He needed Malcolm, who was just five and not very smart.
The Bloody Queen
Rohs, the beating heart of Thenia, and at its centre the Golden Palace; Inna stared at her home in wonder, as if for the first time, while the merchant ship Phoenix glided into the broad harbour. Those spires seem to pierce the very sky, beckoning her home more insistently than her fathers' cryptic letter.
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.
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.
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.
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.