Weekly Writing – February 11 2023
It seemed like a clever name at the time. Cocking a gun called Just You Wait makes a man a little bolder no matter how many are shooting back at…
Weekly Writing – February 4 2023
She had spent the morning in most of her EV suit, and in prayer. In her quarters, covering her bases in a way that would have horrified, scandalized, and, worst…
Weekly Writing – January 28 2023
What if I told you what a goddamn relief it was to think I might just be crazy? When no one else notices something horrible, that’s the most comforting thing…
Weekly Writing – January 21 2022
It snowed the night before she left for her pilgrimage. The leaves were still green on the trees, the sunrise still autumn’s crackling orange, but winter stretched its blue through…
Weekly Writing – January 14 2023
“I have to say,” said the illustrious figure sitting across the desk from him, “I didn’t expect this level of...intense suspicion from the Chosen One.” “It isn’t suspicion,” he lied,…
Weekly Writing – January 7 2023
“Just one more job,” they mocked, following after him as he tried to stalk away across the tarry black. “How stupid could you be? Since when is there just one…
Weekly Writing – December 31 2022
I had to disable a dozen safety protocols to do it. Every one assumed there still had to be some better way. Every one of them told me my commanding…
Weekly Writing – December 24 2022
Every week, I pick up three packs of bacon at Sandy’s Market. Sandy herself, still working the till, at least on Saturdays, makes some comment about how much I must…
Weekly Writing – December 17 2022
She ran when she could, like a dog in its traces. Pulling the cart on its wooden skis behind her for as long as her strength lasted, bursts of motivation…
Weekly Writing – December 11 2022
I hope they don’t hate me. It would be fair if they did, but it would be an awful way to die, wouldn’t it? Hated by everyone around you. They…