I have a tendency to collect titles.
When a good title pops into my head, I add it to my very long list of titles that I almost never use. Clearly, I have told people about this, because it actually came up in an interview with Radon recently.
I got to thinking, sharing is caring. Those titles are probably kind of lonely, just all in a list. Unused, unloved. I probably won’t get around to them. That gives me the sads.
So here they are, free to pick from, free to use.
Take one as a prompt. Take one as a vibe. Take one and use it and put it to work. Make it feel loved.
Do let me know if you choose one to use. That way I can cross it off the list, read the story when you publish it, and also then no one else uses the title and causes havoc.
Titles
| Here, as the bombs fade away | How often we mourn |
| A thing you do (family isn’t a thing you are, it’s a thing you do) | A deal with the dragon |
| Never let weakness go unpunished | Stuff we go through and life |
| Made of sugar and violence | Purple leaves |
| Faces for radio | When I fell on the mushrooms |
| Honeymoon for one | Pieces lost and pieces found |
| Vegetarian witchcraft | After the apocalypse, the cats |
| Once shiny and new | Helium kraken |
| A storage space for your body | One broom short of a witch |
| The smut peddlers | Seduced by a rarely questioned mythology |
| The space between birth and death | Shape and shame |
| Yeeting the melancholy NOUN | Segment of a [NOUN] |
| Moral questions of utilitarian benefit | Cutting through cloud |
| Vivisection of soul | The forgetting bands |
| Void Spaces | Stories of hero nobodies |
| The gentleness of nanna’s rage – there is a moment when nanna loses her everloving shit | The torn out pages of my passports |
| Menopausal weather | The skynosaurs |
| Eve of the stars | Unburied |
| Vespertine | Just a cocoon |
| Poor little bitch girl | In the bright of the day, the city sleeps |
| All the tiny stitches | Pendulous |
| Remains of a beautiful sunrise | Cancer of the soul |
| Cosplaying the best version of me | Vistas of violence |
| ICYMI I died | XXX in more-than-planet YYY |
| Here, on this rock | Champagne on the roof at the end of the world |
| The world remade | A situationship of stars and skies |
| Many, any, some, none | The year of the breaking |
| Copy-paste people | A calcified life |
| The starlight keeps me warm | Nightmare fuel |
| We name the calms (rather than the storms) | Conversations in retrograde |
| Trajectory of people, like comets in the sky | Above the browse line |
| I draped the field over the house | Kintsugi heart |
| Two miles and a coconut | A litany of near catastrophes |
| A life in January | To begin to finish |
| The body below the body | A form of madness |
| Devils in the detail | Transhumant trails |
| Broken by birth | I water down the pancakes |