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Weekly Writing – May 17 2025
They had warned her at least a dozen times, at least eleven more than she needed, before ever so much as letting her try to cast cantrips in a room with a mirror. She had nodded along, and nodded off,… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – May 10 2025
Of course he’d known a forest on an alien planet wouldn’t look anything like the labyrinth of birch and deer tracks, rose thorns and skittish pheasants hidden in the undergrowth, where he had roamed as a boy. But with only… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – May 3 2025
Dying the first time was easy – just as much so as most mistakes. Obvious only in hindsight, only without the hindsight, just one blurring, obliterating second to know it had all gone wrong somehow. Dying the second time was… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – April 26 2025
There hadn’t been any warning sign, turn back or quarantine, outside the city limits. Of course not – they wanted hapless people like her to wander in. The only signs were neon, buzzing blue and magenta signal fires for motels… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – April 19 2025
I must have looked just the same as her once. Just as dazzled by the silver glory of the knife being held out to me, the destiny illuminated by its shining blade. A life of heroism, power fettered by noble… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – April 12 2025
The crew has drifted from the mess table to their berths, like planets spinning out from an extinguished star. They were still laughing as they went, making worse and wilder guesses about why I chose tonight to break out that… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – April 5 2025
In the stories, epics of reincarnation spanning centuries, it always seemed to be so clean. Lovers who looked into one another’s eyes and just knew, glances or songs or last words spoken again as first words that brought all the… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – March 29 2025
Fourteen years – or was it fifteen? A span of time that needed no precise measurement, that didn’t matter, until it ended. A partnership long enough to feel as if it never would end. Anything that went on for so… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – March 22 2025
One night of penance for all the years of wickedness. One night of labour before the eternal rest. It seemed too generous a deal for anyone to refuse, proof of the kindness of Heaven. One night of guarding its borders,… Continue reading
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Weekly Writing – March 15 2025
Waking up was supposed to be seamless – that was how they talked it up in all the advertisements. The slogan, just open your eyes, buzzed in her skull as she tried to figure out whether she had eyes at… Continue reading
