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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Weekly Writing – August 6 2022
She had never understood why so many people came out of cryosleep in need of counselling. Not if they’d been unconscious for only a few weeks or months, not long…
Weekly Writing – July 30 2022
Her grandmother had always said the moon was just a hole in the sky, a cozy place for a white snake larger than the largest mountain to curl up. It…
Weekly Writing – July 23 2022
Easier when doom came all at once, as something that had to be fled on foot or else. As something slow, there was time almost to believe they could adapt…
Weekly Writing – July 16 2022
A cat or fox, or even a stag, would certainly have made for a more convenient familiar. Something that could move on its own, do minor chores, the sort that…
Weekly Writing – July 9 2022
The rope hung down into the darkness of the rift, still and almost certainly not touching the bottom. Kay had tugged and swung it about, trying to sound the depths,…
Weekly Writing – July 2 2022
She was far past the point of wanting to simply sit down and cry. It felt almost as if she had missed the gap in her resolve that would have…
Weekly Writing – June 18 2022
He took as deep a breath as he could hold, as deep and sound as ever, it seemed, and shone the penlight into the hole again. Holding his side with…
Weekly Writing – June 11 2022
“There,” one of them pointed, leaning precariously far from the edge of the slanted roof. “Right there.” The other stayed sensibly seated, squinting at a horizon that looked no different…