Sarah O'Connor

Writer – Playwright – Cannot Save You From The Robot Apocalypse

“It’s an exquisite privilege to watch someone die, knowing you caused it. Almost worth getting dolled up for,” (Skuse). Rhiannon Lewis lives an average life. She lives with her boyfriend Craig in a nice enough apartment, adores her chihuahua Tink, collects Sylvanian family creatures, and is trying but failing to get ahead in her job working …

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“If they try to strip you / of your technicolor robes / show them how the sun/ the moon / the stars / all kneel to Queens,” (Austin, “Genesis 37). Someday, I will be smart enough to write about poetry. But until then, you’ll have to deal with this.

“The deep sea is a haunted house: a place in which things that ought not to exist move about in the darkness,” (Armfield 3). Miri’s wife Leah was only supposed to be gone for three weeks on a simple deep-sea research mission, but when the mission is delayed and the Centre that employed Leah stops calling …

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“Is it some disorder of the mind that causes me to see things, hear things, that then vanish as though they never were?” (Gish 230). Spinster Ada Byrd has just started a teaching position in Lowry Bridge, an isolated town where no one knows of her disgrace and shame from her last post. As she establishes …

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“God, she whispers and it’s all she whispers, over and over and over again. God, I’ll do anything. Please, God… And then He appears,” (Summers 9). In 2011 Bea’s younger sister Lo would have died in the car accident that killed their parents if it weren’t for Lev Warren. After finding Bea praying in the chapel he brought …

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“My scared voice also asks if it’s truly possible to have a chosen family when, for me at least, almost everyone in it is tied romantically to another, or will be, their sense of family closing in on itself as they couple up and have kids. I feel frustrated with myself for wanting to be …

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For the past few years I’ve done a Year Ahead Spread on New Year’s Eve using my Wild Unknown tarot deck. It’s a thirteen card spread that is typically done on New Year’s Eve, or on birthdays, to give some insight into the year to come. The first called pulled is for January, the second …

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I’m very grateful to the Literary Review of Canada for reaching out to me to review R.M. Vaughan’s posthumous novel Pervatory. Read my full review on their Substack, Bookworm!

“Do you know what happened to her already? Did you catch it in the papers?…Did you listen to the podcast? Did the hosts make jokes? Do you have a dark sense of humour? Did that make it okay? Or were they sensitive about it? Did they coo in the right places? Did they give you …

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“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 …

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