• Weekly Writing – May 20 2023

    “I don’t believe you,” she laughed, in a way that sang from the rim of her wine glass. “What, you don’t think I would?” They had long since emptied theirs, and stretched across the couch to the bottle standing on… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – May 13 2023

    Being courted by a god of frost was mostly downsides. The first time she found a surprise blizzard on her doorstep, late in May, she assumed it was just the weather stumbling on its wobbling way to summer. It did… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – May 6 2023

    Once he’d finally killed the last of them, he climbed back from the hold up onto the flower-strewn deck. The sea was blooming and roiling to every horizon, and the ship swayed on what looked like nothing but heaps of… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – April 29 2023

    She stopped at the forty-eighth kingdom, above the clouds but still below the stars, when she realized that the forty-seventh was the last place she had felt human. There had been a festival of some sort happening when she’d passed… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – April 22 2023

    The first kingdom on the stair was little more than a foothill, green and sparse and drowsy with endless summer. Its residents hadn’t set out with any ambitions, and so weren’t bitter to live out their days in those low,… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – April 15 2023

    The first time he saw her, she was standing on a platform at Moonrill Station, waiting to board the afternoon train with three dozen other people. The only reason she stood out to him in particular was because of her… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – April 8 2023

    For someone like Thomas, who had always had a particular horror of death, attending the funeral of someone close to his own age came with a shameful sense of relief. The Grim Reaper had swung his scythe, after all, and… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – April 1 2023

    The final call for boarding. She had told herself she wouldn’t hesitate. But she’d been imagining the cheery whistle of a steam train, a conductor’s bellow over a bustling platform. Daylight through the station’s high windows, multiplying its population by… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – March 25 2023

    He was made of moonbeams and music notes. He was a sigh only in gardens and on lonely balconies, only outside of parties with enough melody to conjure him. Only with enough of a nimbus of loneliness for a reveller,… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – March 18 2023

    The dangers involved in keeping a phylactery were many, of course. As any academy class or pearl-clutching missive would tell you, at length and with some supporting anecdotes that were even true. The benefits were always dismissed as few and… Continue reading