Weekly Writing – June 4 2022
It felt silly to even think such a thing, but it was true, wasn’t it? The skies hadn’t been clear since they had started building that church. Almost three months…
Weekly Writing – May 28 2022
It was just down the hall. Thirty seconds at a dead sprint, and he could be safe. She had already gone. Almost three hours ago, and he had listened with…
Weekly Writing – May 21 2022
“It’s not right,” she said, as he tore another page from the book and began folding it into the tiny square that would make it easiest to swallow. “Of course…
Weekly Writing – May 14 2022
The sun still seemed to move behind the glassy heavens sometimes, searching bleakly through the blue as if it, too, had lost something it couldn’t give up on trying to…
Weekly Writing – May 7 2022
She didn’t move when he sat down beside her. The breeze blew smoke from the tip of her cigarette in her place. It stirred her hair, or he might have…
Weekly Writing – April 30 2022
“Here, just- stand like that, just there. Is that better?” She swayed. Head tilted to the sky, rain sluicing down the thirsty grey length of her. Clouds raced, gravid and…
Weekly Writing – April 23 2022
Nothing is safer than a pearl in a hailstorm. She’d never understood the phrase, until the plague had come and, with it, the rats, and suddenly they’d seemed to be…
Weekly Writing – April 16 2022
The wind chime lashed and clattered against the house’s brick siding and the blue sky. Too violent for melody, spinning the metal bird that embellished it like a sparrow in…
Weekly Writing – April 9 2022
How long had she been shuffling those wastes in her grimy environmental suit? The clock had told her at first, of course, smartly, to the second, but some speck of…
Weekly Writing – April 2 2022
She lifted her boots high through the muck and rotten ice, but the field still seemed set on swallowing her if it could. She held her spade overhead as the…