Weekly Writing – November 16 2024
“I survived only by luck,” the guest recalled. “The path had broadened just then – or else our attacker wouldn’t have been able to stand on it – and my…
Weekly Writing – November 9 2024
What a cold climb it had been, a purposeful caravan turned to a funeral procession of two. They had ridden in silence and, soon, in soaking rain that turned the…
Weekly Writing – November 2 2024
No one travelled by that road if their destination left them any other choice. Narrow and rocky, it deferred to every twist and ridge of the mountains it traversed, making…
Weekly Writing – October 26 2024
Silence rang in the hall long after the sound of her timid knock had faded. Perhaps the guest had decided he was safest keeping a firm grip on that, on…
Weekly Writing – October 19 2024
It didn’t make sense. There had never been any danger in the manor – there had never been anything but her mistress’s will. A sanctuary as solid and suffocating as…
Weekly Writing – October 12 2024
A guest in the manor. Trina paced and fretted outside the door to his room, where her mistress had left her like a lost train of thought. Stranded completely outside…
Weekly Writing – October 5 2024
The man who stood outside, soaked by the rain Trina had heard only as distantly as the foyer’s clock, brushed his sodden hair and hat up and out of the…
Weekly Writing – September 28 2024
Trina dusted the mantle as she did at the same time every day, with the same movements. Lifting the same trinkets for a quick left-to-right-and-back-again beneath them, willing herself to…
Weekly Writing – September 21 2024
Knee-deep in the water, she looked back over her shoulder, and a wall of pitiless stares blocked her way to shore. Shining with moonlight, some few of them with tears,…
Weekly Writing – September 14 2024
He didn’t need to risk removing his glove for a sure diagnosis. The brickwork’s fever baked through the leather, radiating faintly against his face even at an arm’s-length distance. The…