here to tell a story.

I'm Courtney. I've been telling stories for as long as I can remember, and when you get right down to it, that's really the only thing I've ever wanted to do.

Recent Stories

Wishing Well

The road you’re following is well-worn and well-used, but this stretch is quiet – you haven’t crossed paths with another traveller in a day and a half now. You don’t mind the quiet. The weather has been kind, warm and sunny with a cheerful breeze, and you have your mule and your terrier for company.

Terry

For a while I didn’t really register the sound. A whispery noise, so low it was barely audible. At some point I got up from my desk and closed the window, thinking it might be coming from outside – the wind could make weird sounds when it passed between the old neighbourhood buildings at certain angles.

Many Bright Strands

In the ocean there are many bright strands of something light and delicate – something you’ve never seen before, despite all your years on the water. It glows, not unlike the algae you’ve seen in distant ports and bays, but its shine is glittering white in the clear evening. It’s far more impressive than any algae you know of.

I’m trying to find out if my words have any meaning…

I’m a homebody, through and through.

Anyone who knows me well enough to be bothered reading this is probably already well aware of that fact. They’re probably also aware of the fact that my family and I have moved houses, and towns, twice since the summer of 2020.

I’m really grateful to MCS for a lot of reasons, but maybe most of all for what that first show in 2016 did for me. My life has taken a very different path since then than it would have otherwise. Now I’m also really grateful that they were my first show back after such a long break.

heuchera — *Thoughts I Had While Barely Managing to Contain Feelings of Overwhelming Anxiety Through a Seven-Hour Shift *

It’s really important to me that I can communicate with the people around me – and so when I’m upset or anxious, my never-ending internal monologue often turns to those feelings, rolling words and phrases around for hours in an attempt to refine them into something useful.

People create stories create people; or rather stories create people create stories.

— Chinua Achebe