• Weekly Writing – January 4 2025

    Will it hurt? she had asked, lying for the first time with her neck bare and open to the gold-plated plug in his hand. He had laughed, looping the cable around his arm in affectionate coils, leaving none of it… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – December 28 2024

    Not all of the blood that Evelina’s staff stamped in perfect circles on the sidewalk dripped down from her hands. Its braided black wood had split at the seams, trickling from crown orb to concrete, making it a slippery, unreliable… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – December 21 2024

    It isn’t worth being the one who saves the day. Who sees the plot coming together with wide, roving eyes while everyone else gapes at the screens mounted high in the square, which have started to flicker with symbols and… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – December 14 2024

    The man was ready for it this time, of course. He danced his horse deftly to one side of the first blow, and it obeyed him, despite the stone shrapnel exploding around its hocks. And even as the echo of… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – December 7 2024

    He had tasted of rain and blood and not at all as she’d imagined a man might. And when his stiff surprise had melted back into motion, he hadn’t pushed her away. If morning would bring punishment or a return… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – November 30 2024

    “My apologies,” the guest repeated. “I would not want to compromise such loyalty as you seem to have to her, of course.” Yet he still looked at her that way. As he had since the start – what did he… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – November 23 2024

    “Anything that moves and acts must be animated by a life force,” the guest explained. “Most people know this, but they make two false assumptions from it. The first is that the moving thing must have been born with that… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – November 16 2024

    “I survived only by luck,” the guest recalled. “The path had broadened just then – or else our attacker wouldn’t have been able to stand on it – and my horse reared in terror. It nearly tossed me into the… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – November 9 2024

    What a cold climb it had been, a purposeful caravan turned to a funeral procession of two. They had ridden in silence and, soon, in soaking rain that turned the dark to a stinging, hostile force, howling and lashing at… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – November 2 2024

    No one travelled by that road if their destination left them any other choice. Narrow and rocky, it deferred to every twist and ridge of the mountains it traversed, making it no shortcut to anywhere except a cold, lonely death.… Continue reading