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…
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…
Weekly Writing – August 27 2022
The train passed by only at night, when those still awake were becoming desperate for sleep and those asleep were looking about the dark, lost halls of their strangest dreams.…
Weekly Writing – August 20 2022
No one alive could say how long the city had been turning, or if it might be possible to stop it. Certainly there were those who had tried. Couldn’t it…
Weekly Writing – August 14 2022
“Well, I don’t understand it,” the goodly wife said, dabbing at her lips with a napkin that wouldn’t last her two weeks of the trip to the High Ground. “Unless…
Weekly Writing – August 6 2022
She had never understood why so many people came out of cryosleep in need of counselling. Not if they’d been unconscious for only a few weeks or months, not long…
Weekly Writing – July 30 2022
Her grandmother had always said the moon was just a hole in the sky, a cozy place for a white snake larger than the largest mountain to curl up. It…
Weekly Writing – July 23 2022
Easier when doom came all at once, as something that had to be fled on foot or else. As something slow, there was time almost to believe they could adapt…
Weekly Writing – July 16 2022
A cat or fox, or even a stag, would certainly have made for a more convenient familiar. Something that could move on its own, do minor chores, the sort that…
Weekly Writing – July 9 2022
The rope hung down into the darkness of the rift, still and almost certainly not touching the bottom. Kay had tugged and swung it about, trying to sound the depths,…