Weekly Writing – March 25 2023
He was made of moonbeams and music notes. He was a sigh only in gardens and on lonely balconies, only outside of parties with enough melody to conjure him. Only…
Weekly Writing – March 18 2023
The dangers involved in keeping a phylactery were many, of course. As any academy class or pearl-clutching missive would tell you, at length and with some supporting anecdotes that were…
Weekly Writing – March 11 2023
“It’s all right,” she told him. “It doesn’t hurt.” He squinted more closely at her than most did when she said that sort of thing. Most, when she said it,…
Weekly Writing – March 4 2023
“Oh, that?” He cast an unconcerned glance at the painting looking back from beside the desk. “That’s just a phylactery. Pay it no mind.” Of course she paid it even…
Weekly Writing – February 25 2023
I woke up that morning in what had become the usual sticky haze of dread, five hours of sleep sawn apart by moaning, senseless dreams, to find that the vines…
Weekly Writing – February 18 2023
It was Rochelle’s idea to leave a card out for it. Just a plain, ordinary library card sitting on the checkout desk, with a pamphlet and bookmark and one of…
Weekly Writing – February 11 2023
It seemed like a clever name at the time. Cocking a gun called Just You Wait makes a man a little bolder no matter how many are shooting back at…
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…
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…
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…