I walked past a picture of Paris on the sidewalk this morning. Old superstition says photographs steal the soul. Utterly ludicrous, of course. Photographs don't steal souls. They merely copy them. Ah, I can hear you scoffing. But the photograph copies everything else, doesn't it? You think I am just a mad old man, don't... Continue Reading →
Resting on Laurels (100 Stories 100 Days update)
On day 5 of my personal challenge to write 100 stories in 100 days, I wrote story number four and it was a winner. I was extremely happy with it and think it has a good chance of getting accepted somewhere. It is now day 11 and I've written a grand total of one story... Continue Reading →
100 Stories In 100 Days
Having been miserably incompetent in any sort of writing achievement for about a year, I was in need of some sort of plan to try and make up for lost time. Working on a longform story is fun, but I'm at that point where I want to market my stories to places, and generally it's... Continue Reading →
Running Down Corridors
Fluorescent light gleamed on cold, metallic walls. The white and grey sterile corridors were freezing, as if the whole building were a giant refrigerator. There wasn't a soul in sight. Then a door was flung open and four figures burst out at tremendous speed: a mad-looking man in a tattered coat and scarf and three... Continue Reading →
The Last Garden
All around, there is sand, ash, dirt – stretching on and on to the blood-red horizon and the jagged outline of the desolate mountains. The earth is dry as old bones. Everything is dead here. It has been dead for a long time. But there is the garden. White flowers spout from grass, turning their... Continue Reading →
A Dangerous Situation – A Three Line Tale
George was certain that the yellow car – bright as a canary's feathers, smooth and sleek like something from a gangster film – was hunting him, stalking him through the skyscrapers like a tiger through the trees. A glance out his window at lunchtime showed it was there, waiting, but he decided to risk going... Continue Reading →
Giving is the Holiday Spirit
They glowed like a field of stars: a net of lights, swaying gently in the breeze from the open window. As she looked at them, she wondered how much they'd cost and how long they'd taken to put up. They're beautiful, she thought. The whole house was beautiful: the curving staircase, the wide window she'd climbed... Continue Reading →
SPF – Beasts in the Firelight
Filled with ash, the marker sat at the heart of the courtyard, surrounded by squares of dew-bright grass. Each night the flame was lit; each morning the flame was naught but ash. That was the way of it: that the orange light of the cracking fire would give way to the spreading crimson of dawn. To... Continue Reading →
TLT – The Night Before the Wedding
Estania walked carefully along the passageway, torch in one hand and string in the other. She had said that it was to knit herself a wedding dress: a dress over which she slaved more months, secretly hoarding the spare string like a squirrel hoarding acorns in a hollowed-out tree. Now she had enough to take... Continue Reading →
Friday Fictioneers – Forgotten Things
In the tiny, dusty room, there lay two round stones. They'd been there as long as she could remember: too heavy to move. She didn't know what they were and she'd never really had time to ask. She was too busy: roaming, begging, hiding, stealing. She'd found the room abandoned, the perfect place to hide... Continue Reading →