Weekly Writing – January 20 2024
Heaving gasps of steam and swaying over the snow, but in no danger of falling more than those few inches, and alive. Still alive, still moving, crawling towards the mouth…
Weekly Writing – January 13 2024
Her breath piled in white steam until a critical mass of it almost seemed to make the moon. Or maybe she had just been walking with her head down for…
Weekly Writing – January 6 2024
Her shadow stretched like a signal flare across the snow. The sun had set what she guessed to be half an hour ago, time kept by the numb pendulum swing…
Dying Honestly
I'm pleased to announce that one of my stories, Dying Honestly, has just been published in Kaleidotrope! Would it be worth living forever without pain or sickness if all the…
Weekly Writing – December 30 2023
Some call it the logical conclusion of marriage. Some call it an abomination, but then, they’re probably the same sort of people who would have said that about the horseless…
Weekly Writing – December 23 2023
Her mother might have been more horrified about the fact she was wasting food than the fact that food came from human veins. Twenty years since moss had started to…
Weekly Writing – December 16 2023
The soul spins in the chest like clay on a potter’s wheel. The warped sounds of its turning emerge as words and breath and spiral up into crooked thought. Time…
Weekly Writing – December 9 2023
“We can’t keep doing this,” it sighed, or the wind only fluttered through its robe. “Why not?” they asked. If the wind touched them at all, it was too faint…
Weekly Writing – December 2 2023
The last and only thing she had asked was for him to plant the seed over her grave. Instead, he had tucked it in his pocket and taken the bus,…
Weekly Writing – November 25 2023
Children still played in the street. That seemed to be the only thing that hadn’t changed. The entire face of the neighbourhood had been torn away and rebuilt, maybe more…