• Weekly Writing – November 5 2022

    It would be the last thing I ever did, probably, but I still want to ask her, sometimes. To give up running, go back, and look her in the eye. Do you love me? Can you love something that you… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – October 29 2022

    “I’m scared.” “Don’t be,” she told him, the tiny boy whose name she didn’t even know, and heard the words clumsy and insensitive and terribly adult from her own lips. Didn’t she remember what it was like to be a… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – October 22 2022

    Life was hard on the stairs leading into the pit. But the screams below were worse, and the light above was frightening, so he made do as best he could. He gathered water to drink when it fell and the… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – October 15 2022

    It had been easier, once, to just lie about having a wife. Better than trying to explain why he didn’t. Or ask why he should. More and more, the people around him seemed to just assume it, like a wife… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – October 8 2022

    Would it be better if he just stopped breathing? He tried sometimes, in the still of the night, but it was as hard as just choosing to stop should be. His head hummed, his vision swarmed with something like black… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – October 1 2022

    We made camp just over a thousand metres down. At least, according to the instruments, but I think Paul is the only one who believes those anymore. Just over halfway down, he announced as he polished all their already-gleaming glass… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – September 24 2022

    I am one of six children. None of us were born to the same mothers or abandoned by the same fathers, but we are family nonetheless. I am the oldest. The cottage was dusty and cold and empty when she… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – September 17 2022

    “So just…” “Just catch a few of them in the net, right? Then into the jar, and we’re out of here. Just that easy.” It looked like it might be, and that was what worried Piri. When he’d heard the… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – September 10 2022

    No one stood waiting on the platform to see him off. The rocket might have been the only pillar separating the grey concrete and sky. Once he removed it, there would be no coming back. No one stood waiting to… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – September 3 2022

    The man had wandered into the village two days before. None knew how he had survived the wilds to make it so far, or how he had found it at all, what with the profusion of flowers growing from where… Continue reading