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  • Weekly Writing – February 4 2023

    She had spent the morning in most of her EV suit, and in prayer. In her quarters, covering her bases in a way that would have horrified, scandalized, and, worst of all, deeply disappointed the Catholic grandmother who had raised… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – January 28 2023

    What if I told you what a goddamn relief it was to think I might just be crazy? When no one else notices something horrible, that’s the most comforting thing you can hope for, isn’t it? Like a different version… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – January 21 2022

    It snowed the night before she left for her pilgrimage. The leaves were still green on the trees, the sunrise still autumn’s crackling orange, but winter stretched its blue through the shadows, and some of the others muttered that it… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – January 14 2023

    “I have to say,” said the illustrious figure sitting across the desk from him, “I didn’t expect this level of…intense suspicion from the Chosen One.” “It isn’t suspicion,” he lied, spinning the ballpoint pen atop his thumb with practised ease.… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – January 7 2023

    “Just one more job,” they mocked, following after him as he tried to stalk away across the tarry black. “How stupid could you be? Since when is there just one more job and then everything will be roses and champagne?… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – December 31 2022

    I had to disable a dozen safety protocols to do it. Every one assumed there still had to be some better way. Every one of them told me my commanding officer would be informed of my decision to override the… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – December 24 2022

    Every week, I pick up three packs of bacon at Sandy’s Market. Sandy herself, still working the till, at least on Saturdays, makes some comment about how much I must like the stuff, to go through it so quickly. I… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – December 17 2022

    She ran when she could, like a dog in its traces. Pulling the cart on its wooden skis behind her for as long as her strength lasted, bursts of motivation and chilly white breath, until the snow rucked up ahead… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – December 11 2022

    I hope they don’t hate me. It would be fair if they did, but it would be an awful way to die, wouldn’t it? Hated by everyone around you. They say the defences are going to fall. Any day now.… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – December 3 2022

    No one wanted to talk. That was fair – who’d want to spend what could be their last night jawing with anyone in that room? Sullen mugs, eyes all staring at the next morning already. The ones with weapons to… Continue reading