Weekly Writing – September 7 2024
I want her to wake up and see, even if it would be the death of me. To know I would do anything for her. Not the way a maid…
Weekly Writing – August 31 2024
Finding out which animal you could transform into was a matter of glorious destiny. Of royal bloodline, all its strength and nobility made manifest in flesh and claw. Or so…
Weekly Writing – August 24 2024
Lana would have stood proudly and waited for judgment if it had come just one week later. One festival later, one chance for the city’s people to laugh and cavort…
Weekly Writing – August 17 2024
The rule for surviving the night out here is simple – ignore whatever calls for you from outside. Keep the doors and windows locked, the record player braying brassy cheer…
Weekly Writing – August 10 2024
The world had been safe and ordinary one step ago. He’d been walking the ordinary bridge from one place to another when his foot had caught fast and refused to…
Weekly Writing – August 3 2024
“But what’s it like out there?” they ask me. Cuddled in close on either side of me, in a way that wouldn’t be right if I were still captain, but…
Weekly Writing – July 20 2024
Acknowledging that the world was ordinary was part of growing up. Accepting that it was ordinary felt more like part of dying. So he never had – he kept taking…
Weekly Writing – July 13 2024
The worst part was that they couldn’t remember whether it had always been that way. They should have. It should have been obvious. If the door to their bedroom had…
Weekly Writing – July 6 2024
It’ll be temporary, they all told him, like a comfort. Or a deadline – a demand that he should be himself again, the him they remembered, before his dazed, unfamiliar…
Weekly Writing – June 29 2024
The wave had been washing towards them for as long as he could remember. By millimetres every month, so slowly that he could watch days and nights shine through the…