Weekly Writing – March 2 2024
When his brother swung wide and the opening was there, the throat bared, he had to take his chance. He had come into that fight, that sacred circle, weaker but…
Weekly Writing – February 24 2024
How long is a blink? We use it to describe practically no time at all, but if you add them up, day after day after day, you start to see…
Weekly Writing – February 17 2024
It had been eight years, six months, and three days since she had last stood on the porch of her childhood home. If it had been eight years, six months,…
Weekly Writing – February 10 2024
Her brother had never thought a thing through in his life. The number of times he’d called her to say that he was in trouble would have filled a year’s…
Weekly Writing – February 3 2024
He tried to look at the screen only from the leery corner of his eye, as if it would help. Only the usual call-connecting colours flashed and coruscated across it…
Weekly Writing – January 27 2024
Some people, first hearing about the grand city of North Bearing, were surprised to be told that it had only one pier – privately owned, at that. Once they were…
Weekly Writing – January 20 2024
Heaving gasps of steam and swaying over the snow, but in no danger of falling more than those few inches, and alive. Still alive, still moving, crawling towards the mouth…
Weekly Writing – January 13 2024
Her breath piled in white steam until a critical mass of it almost seemed to make the moon. Or maybe she had just been walking with her head down for…
Weekly Writing – January 6 2024
Her shadow stretched like a signal flare across the snow. The sun had set what she guessed to be half an hour ago, time kept by the numb pendulum swing…
Dying Honestly
I'm pleased to announce that one of my stories, Dying Honestly, has just been published in Kaleidotrope! Would it be worth living forever without pain or sickness if all the…