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…
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…
Weekly Writing – November 26 2022
It wasn’t anything special. Just another place where the world’s slow death had opened into a wound. Festering the way only brick and time could. The wall rippled and repeated,…
Weekly Writing – November 19 2022
The trains roar above and below. They never stop here. Never above and below, and never in the dark station where I am raising and dropping my knife, raising and…
Never Be Missed
Another of my stories has been released into the wild! Never Be Missed, the tale of a very unusual train heist, can be found in the latest issue of Andromeda…
Weekly Writing – November 12 2022
Some said it was bad luck that they were twins. Like it would have been less eerie, less a sign of bad things coming, to find just one child in…
Weekly Writing – November 5 2022
It would be the last thing I ever did, probably, but I still want to ask her, sometimes. To give up running, go back, and look her in the eye.…
Weekly Writing – October 29 2022
“I’m scared.” “Don’t be,” she told him, the tiny boy whose name she didn’t even know, and heard the words clumsy and insensitive and terribly adult from her own lips.…
Weekly Writing – October 22 2022
Life was hard on the stairs leading into the pit. But the screams below were worse, and the light above was frightening, so he made do as best he could.…
Weekly Writing – October 15 2022
It had been easier, once, to just lie about having a wife. Better than trying to explain why he didn’t. Or ask why he should. More and more, the people…