Sarah O'Connor

Writer – Playwright – Cannot Save You From The Robot Apocalypse

“Humans. For the most part, you are dull and blundering. But occasionally, you can be remarkably bright creatures,” (Van Pelt 350).

Tova Sullivan is a woman who knows how to cope. Thirty-years ago her eighteen-year-old son Erik vanished on a boat in Puget Sound, and only a few years ago her husband Will died of cancer. But Tova enjoys her job working as a night cleaner at the Sowell Bay Aquarium, especially speaking to the mischievous giant Pacific octopus, Marcellus. Meanwhile in California Cameron has lost everything: his girlfriend, his jobs, and now his two best friends are having a baby. Something’s gotta give, and it might in the name of Simon Brinks, who Cameron believes may be his long absentee father. Determined to get his moneys worth from the man, Cameron finds himself in Sowell Bay looking for answers. Answers one octopus smarter than any human may just have. Continue reading

“‘I feel alone,” she says, ‘when I’m with other people.’

‘Ah,’ Ernest says. ‘The worst kind of lonesome,'” (Lockyer).

In the rural town of Burr, Ontario thirteen-year-old Jane’s dad has just died. She spends her time fantasizing about becoming a worm that will burrow into his body, buys tarot cards and tries Ouija boards to see if she can make contact. Her mother Meredith is unaware of what’s happening with Jane, acknowledges the disconnect but after finding a bed in the woods near her house and makes a home for herself and the ghost of her dead husband there. Meanwhile town recluse Ernest watches on, mourning the childhood death of his younger sister and is fascinated with Jane. When Jane and Ernest disappear together Meredith is spurred into action to find them while the town of Burr waits, watches, listens, and gossips. Continue reading

“I didn’t know there could ever be hurt like this, and that’s the truth. It comes, over and over it comes, and it hurts so much…there’s no rest from it even when I go to sleep, when I go to sleep I dream it over and over again,” (King 262-263).

Louis Creed has just moved from Chicago to Ludlow, Maine with his wife and two young children. They settle into the smalltown surprisingly fast, befriending their across the road neighbour Jud Crandall who helps the Creeds feel welcome and shows them the grounds around their house, including the pet sematary where young children have buried their beloved pets. But when his daughter’s beloved cat dies, Jud shows Louis another burial ground that lies further in the woods, that lures people with dark promises. The Creeds are about to learn that sometimes dead is better. Continue reading

As some of you may remember, each October I use a prompt list for Inktober and write a short story based on the words on the list. This month I asked my Instagram followers to send me some words and they didn’t disappoint!

It’s a great list of words and I love the story that came out of it! It’s all on Instagram, but you can read the full story on my Substack! Continue reading

“As much as we like to believe in fairy tales, where only stupid or bad people meet tragic ends, women are not murdered because they bring it on themselves through their actions or their inactions; women are murdered because they find themselves in the vicinity of a murderer,” (Biller).

Despite her success as a mystery writer, there’s many things Judith wishes for. She isn’t beautiful like her supermodel sister Anne, she was abhorred by her mother and once she died her father sent her off to a boarding school. Bitter and lonely, Judith wants to be seen as more and ends up getting that from Gavin Garnet, a handsome baron who literally sweeps Judith off of her feet. After a speedy elopement and a magical Parisian honeymoon, Gavin brings Judith to the beautiful castle of Manderfield where Judith starts to learn more about her mysterious husband. Things that may even scare her. Continue reading

I’m very grateful to the Literary Review of Canada for reaching out to me to review Nick Bantock’s The Corset & the Jellyfish. Read my full review on their Substack, Bookworm!

“I wonder what the fuck I have to do for people to recognise me as a threat, you know? It’s like…am I even doing this shit? Have I even fucking done anything?…Do I have to smash a glass over the head of every single man I come into contact with, just so I leave a fucking mark?” (Clark).

After being placed on sabbatical from the bar job she hates, Irina discovers she’s been offered an exhibition in a hip London gallery. A fetish photograph who uses average-looking men as models, Irina expects this could revive her career and just needs the perfect model to help her. When her clingy best-friend Flo points out Eddie from Tesco as a possible candidate, Irina knows she has found the perfect boy to bring her back into the art world. Continue reading

“lost and alone,/wandering./i swill back the pain; it burns and it belches/rage and despair/leaving only a windigo/who cannibalizes himself,” (Thistle, 157, “Windigo”).

Jesse Thistle recounts his journey of recovery from drug-addiction. He remembers his brief time in the foster-care system with his brothers, moving to Ontario with his paternal grandparents, until he finds himself homeless. Through it all Jesse is haunted by the ghost of his father who abandoned him as he finds himself in and out of rehab centre as he tries to find the road to recovery. Continue reading

“We carry our childhood, the good and the bad of it, into our adult lives. In that way, we’re never very far from the children we once were,” (Connolly 212).

Eight-year-old Phoebe lies comatose in a hospital bed with her mother, Ceres, close by her side, reading the fairy tales her daughter loved. But as the long days beside Phoebe’s bedside with no sign that her daughter will ever return to her, Ceres is starting to lose hope. But the old house by the hospital is calling to her, and with it a story Ceres finds herself tumbling into. Continue reading

“I’m no longer sure which is worse: surviving and living the rest of my life as a lie, or wasting away in this apartment and dying from this cancer,” (Maylott 35).

Paige Maylott’s debut memoir is an honest exploration of transition and discovery. Finding solace, community, and love in online communities and games, Maylott comes into her identity as a transwoman. Detailing divorce, a terrifying cancer diagnosis, Maylott’s trans journey gives a genuine and sincere look into her life that many reader’s will see themselves in. Continue reading