• 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 wind-spooked, labouring and collapsing under their own weight. She swallowed… Continue reading

  • 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 the only safe things in the city. Until a strange… Continue reading

  • 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 a gale. The potted marigolds on the table beside it… Continue reading

  • 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 dust from without or drop of sweat from within must… Continue reading

  • 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 last thing that would be left above boggy water if… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – March 26 2022

    The first face surfaced on a Wednesday morning, sepia with oncoming storm. Or at least, that was when he first noticed it, carrying his coffee with him into the yard, with a mind to check whether the tomatoes were finally… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – March 19 2022

    If anyone ever tells you it’s easy to get rid of a ghost, well, first, ask them if they mean just the regrets that haunt us all or a real chain-rattling haunt. If they say the latter, ask if they’re… Continue reading

  • Bonus Writing

    This was going to be a sprint, but Daylight Savings Time turned it into more of a drag. Oh well – speed is ultimately far less important than making it across the finish line. – How much must it have… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – March 12 2022

    The last of the lights belowdecks had died an hour ago. The last of the screams not long after that. Silence creaked across the bow to where she sat. With her back to the railing, and still she was facing… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – March 5 2022

    The goal of this exercise is to sit down and write full speed ahead for a set period of time without hesitating or going back to make corrections. It is a fun way to warm up, outpacing the editor in… Continue reading