you are tied to my heart with a rope, by Mendez Bolivar

Nicky lives in Smethwick and works for a broadcast consultancy. She writes for radio, and also writes prose and screenplay for fun, and occasional profit. Mostly fun. She is happiest having a selection box of writing projects to pick at; these frequently involve exploding corpses, plasma balls, ripped reality, concentrated obsessions, and moral failure. She’s not particularly subtle. Occasional fell-botherer. View all posts by Nicky