Annie Gibson
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Annie Gibson is a writer and illustrator living and working in London with her two cats.
Stories (5)
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A Pitcher of Poison
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Cara still thought of it as her brother’s room even though he had been gone a season now. He had been a great forager, smart, quick, skilled. He’d promised that once she was 14 he’d start taking her out with him but her birthday was last week and here she still was, peering through the cracked glass bandaged with duct tape.
By Annie Gibson3 years ago in Fiction
Out of the Woods
Cecily threw a waterskin into the sack, blanket, clean shift, linens for Val. She tried not to hesitate, moving swiftly from one side of the little room to the other, deciding quickly what of their lives was essential, what must be let go. Her hand shook as she counted the money in her purse, enough it would have to be enough.
By Annie Gibson3 years ago in Fiction
The World is Not Good Enough For Tigers
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Katia wrapped the blankets tight around her feet. She had tried to start a fire even though she had known the wood was wet. Some pine cones and kindling had burned fast for a few minutes before dying back leaving her with the candle. She still had her winter cost on but she had taken her boots off and left them neatly by the door. Neatness was a habit that had been tattooed into her with small relentless acts of violence.
By Annie Gibson4 years ago in Fiction
