Susanna Kiernan
Bio
20-something English nomad trying to write some things.
Often whimsical. Sometimes dark. Always fantastical.
| Curtis Brown Creative alumni | Arts Council England funded |
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Stories (12/0)
Was I a Model in Japan?. Top Story - April 2024.
During my time in Nagoya I worked and lived at the strangely famous hostel and café Nagonoya. With its chequered floors and florescent lighting it felt quite dated, but I think that was supposed to be part of the charm. The dorms were always fully booked on weekends with domestic tourists and there was always a buzz in the downstairs café. Camera crews were constantly in and out of the place interviewing the Japanese staff members who worked the café. I think it had something to do with the egg sandwiches. At least that was what was on most of the merchandise, except for that one dishcloth with the owner’s face on it. Was I being employed by a local celebrity?
By Susanna Kiernan3 months ago in Wander
Snowdrops
My grandchildren have left the door open. They have long since disappeared into the snow dusted pine trees, but here I still am watching the snowfall through the doorway from my armchair across the room. The darkness of this old, rickety cottage lit by candles is the perfect frame to that rectangle of perfect white.
By Susanna Kiernan5 months ago in Fiction
Staying, Staring
A dark night. He watches her. She takes another swig of whisky and looks out the window. She doesn’t see him there - standing still silently staring -eyes millimeters from her own, only separated by a thin layer of easily shattered glass. Darkness is his protector, light her betrayer.
By Susanna Kiernan8 months ago in Fiction
The Sleepless Giant. Runner-Up in Mythmaker Challenge. Top Story - July 2023.
Come here, my child. Don’t tread the snow in. Sit with your grandmother beside the fire on this cold night, lest we freeze. The frost has reached my bones and nothing warms the soul like a story retold. Did you know the waterfall beyond the trees was the first one to ever be? Have I not yet told you how it was formed? Well, it’s as good a story as any.
By Susanna Kiernanabout a year ago in Fiction
Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea. Content Warning.
Gnarled trees with their shimmering leaves formed a tunnel over the emerald river. A hastily forged raft drifted through the water with the ease of a knife passing through butter; warm from having been left in the sun. Green above, green below, and the darkness of night beyond.
By Susanna Kiernanabout a year ago in Fiction
The People Of The Forest. Top Story - May 2023.
It was a cold and foggy morning when a man walking his dog found her standing next to a bloody body on the edge of the forest. She barely responded to the dog walker when he asked her what happened to her and if she were all right. He eventually called the police to the scene. It turned out the dead man was a wanted criminal that had been on the run for months. He had been kidnapping girls, doing god knows what to them, and then leaving them dead at their family’s doorstep.
By Susanna Kiernanabout a year ago in Fiction
The House of No Reflection. Runner-Up in Broken Mirror Challenge.
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own.” Samantha Banes said, while David wrote notes at a furious pace on the yellow paper pad on his lap. She sat curled up in her armchair looking into the distance, as if the window beside her was not obstructed by a daylight rimmed curtain.
By Susanna Kiernanabout a year ago in Fiction
Balthazar At The End Of The Night. Top Story - March 2023.
The city of Ananias was bathed in the lilac of a coming dawn, casting the stone buildings in an ethereal glow. Balthazar padded slowly along the cobbled road with Imma beside him. It was only a few more streets until the two tigers would reach the barracks and be able to pass on their duties to the next set of guards. Balthazar was more than ready for rest.
By Susanna Kiernanabout a year ago in Fiction
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