Lolly Sparrow

Lolly was raised in Somerset during the latch key, streetlight era of the 1980s, where she still resides among the hedgerows and hauntings.
At six years old, she met horror, and it welcomed her warmly like an old friend. In its shadows, she found a refuge, and a voice. Art and writing became her sanctuary, a way to crawl through the wreckage of an abusive childhood and help to stitch beauty from brokenness.
Now a mother to a sprawling, blended brood of both biological and chosen, Lolly writes to soothe the static in her mind and summon ghosts of future and past.             
Her work pulses with psychological grit, fierce tenderness, and the kind of dread that lingers long after the last page. Whether she is conjuring monsters or mourning the quiet violence of memory, her stories are blood-soaked lullabies for the brave and the broken.