Weekly Writing – October 8 2022
Would it be better if he just stopped breathing? He tried sometimes, in the still of the night, but it was as hard as just choosing to stop should be.…
Weekly Writing – October 1 2022
We made camp just over a thousand metres down. At least, according to the instruments, but I think Paul is the only one who believes those anymore. Just over halfway…
Weekly Writing – September 24 2022
I am one of six children. None of us were born to the same mothers or abandoned by the same fathers, but we are family nonetheless. I am the oldest.…
Weekly Writing – September 17 2022
“So just...” “Just catch a few of them in the net, right? Then into the jar, and we’re out of here. Just that easy.” It looked like it might be,…
Weekly Writing – September 10 2022
No one stood waiting on the platform to see him off. The rocket might have been the only pillar separating the grey concrete and sky. Once he removed it, there…
Weekly Writing – September 3 2022
The man had wandered into the village two days before. None knew how he had survived the wilds to make it so far, or how he had found it at…
Weekly Writing – August 27 2022
The train passed by only at night, when those still awake were becoming desperate for sleep and those asleep were looking about the dark, lost halls of their strangest dreams.…
Weekly Writing – August 20 2022
No one alive could say how long the city had been turning, or if it might be possible to stop it. Certainly there were those who had tried. Couldn’t it…
Weekly Writing – August 14 2022
“Well, I don’t understand it,” the goodly wife said, dabbing at her lips with a napkin that wouldn’t last her two weeks of the trip to the High Ground. “Unless…
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