• Weekly Writing – October 12 2024

    A guest in the manor. Trina paced and fretted outside the door to his room, where her mistress had left her like a lost train of thought. Stranded completely outside of routine now, like a clock’s lost cog rolling away… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – October 5 2024

    The man who stood outside, soaked by the rain Trina had heard only as distantly as the foyer’s clock, brushed his sodden hair and hat up and out of the way for a better look at her. A tall man,… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – September 28 2024

    Trina dusted the mantle as she did at the same time every day, with the same movements. Lifting the same trinkets for a quick left-to-right-and-back-again beneath them, willing herself to drop one of them, just to prove she could. Just… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – September 21 2024

    Knee-deep in the water, she looked back over her shoulder, and a wall of pitiless stares blocked her way to shore. Shining with moonlight, some few of them with tears, but for themselves, she knew, not for her. For having… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – September 14 2024

    He didn’t need to risk removing his glove for a sure diagnosis. The brickwork’s fever baked through the leather, radiating faintly against his face even at an arm’s-length distance. The light through untinted windows swam nonetheless in a sallow corona,… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – September 7 2024

    I want her to wake up and see, even if it would be the death of me. To know I would do anything for her. Not the way a maid is expected to do ‘anything’ for her lady. Clean her… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – August 31 2024

    Finding out which animal you could transform into was a matter of glorious destiny. Of royal bloodline, all its strength and nobility made manifest in flesh and claw. Or so he’d been told while three brothers had reached their glorious… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – August 24 2024

    Lana would have stood proudly and waited for judgment if it had come just one week later. One festival later, one chance for the city’s people to laugh and cavort and not be searched even if they brought their adulation… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – August 17 2024

    The rule for surviving the night out here is simple – ignore whatever calls for you from outside. Keep the doors and windows locked, the record player braying brassy cheer if you’re lucky enough to have one, and just don’t… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – August 10 2024

    The world had been safe and ordinary one step ago. He’d been walking the ordinary bridge from one place to another when his foot had caught fast and refused to follow him another step. It wrenched painfully against the turn… Continue reading