Edward Swafford
Bio
Hello! I'm an Australian writer and healthcare professional. I've written on Medium for over two years, run Black Coffee Creative on Substack (over 1000 subscribers), with select work published in lit mags đ´.
Edgy syntax is my bailiwick.
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Stories (15)
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The Myth of Milligrams. Runner-Up in A System That Isnât Working Challenge. Top Story - February 2026. Content Warning.
The mental health system in Australia promises structure and consistency, yet for many people struggling with ADHD, it delivers something akin to uncontrolled chance.
By Edward Swaffordabout a month ago in Humans
Gifting. Winner in Rituals of Affection Challenge. Content Warning.
Ryan stood five foot eleven, or âsix feet on a good day,â as heâd say. Broad shoulders braided with a cornucopia of muscle and smooth, preened, milky skinâfree from tufts of coarse body hair thanks to thrice-weekly waxing appointments at Carefree, Hair Free! in the heart of Northalsted, AKA Boystown.
By Edward Swafford2 months ago in Fiction
The Wannabe Supermodel Rulebook. Honorable Mention in Instructions Included Challenge. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
Before we begin, I must be clear: your chances of succeeding in this cutthroat industry are slim to nihilistic nil. Nevertheless, as the head of Models Maximal, I am obligated to outline the 49 rules for overnight success.
By Edward Swafford3 months ago in Fiction
Her Last Room. Runner-Up in The Forgotten Room Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
I stand face-to-frontal with this latched door. Somehow, its hold over me is more than the sum of my cerebral parts. The door senses my hesitancy to move beyond it, to cross a threshold, to clasp its cold handle as a first steppingstone. They say the maiden stage of grief is the hardest part.
By Edward Swafford4 months ago in Fiction
Frost Queen. Runner-Up in The Sound of First Frost Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
The corporeal chill stiffens as Fall fades and air thins, bowing to the first. I cower cross-legged in dampness, beneath her cadaverous snow-mounted stare, for she knows I. The tremulous temper of blitzkrieg blizzards is nigh on this horizon.
By Edward Swafford5 months ago in Poets
Blue Peepshow. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge. Content Warning.
His name is nothing. Perhaps it matters, or maybe it doesn't. In this hybridized instance, this laid-bare world has granted him a crack of light, and he's come to accept labeling opportunities as a right of reason. He finds a fissure in the plastered wall of suite 16A, the peeping source? Animalistic reactions hold his fingers by their tips as they graze past a hairline fracture in this all-seeing (no denying) window into her frame.
By Edward Swafford5 months ago in Fiction
