Imagine an intersection. Only the roads aren't roads. Not as you think of them.
The air supply has switched to the recycled stuff now. The others ask how he can tell, but Harrison swears he can taste the difference. He sits in the chair, as he has for the last ten hours. Since the alarms started and they were all rushed in here. The Waiting Room. A place to... Continue Reading →
The mountain's edges are cut glass, carved by the thousand-year grind of glaciers, softened by ten thousand years of wind. It looms, lopsided, jagged, hunched behind the swaying trees. It watches the children play and listens to the echo of their laughter, fleeting joy in the winter air. This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks... Continue Reading →
She sat on the roof of the old house, looking up at the constellations that danced in the dark blue sky over the crest of the hills. The baying of hounds came ever closer, accompanied by the glow of torches and the roar of the mob. "Forgive them," she whispered to the stars and closed... Continue Reading →
He couldn't remember how he arrived. All he knew was the flicker of tallow candles, the bone-white plates, and something fried, turned over and over in batter and fat. He prodded it with a fork, but it remained a mystery. Two great wooden heaved open and his hosts entered. There were seven of them, some... Continue Reading →
The mountain jutted like a dagger from the earth, a pinnacle of grey in a world of brown. It was all sharp angles and vertical drops, the deadliest of climbs. But still they attempted it. To even try to climb the mountain was worthy of honour. If anyone ever reached the top, they would praised... Continue Reading →
The War is coming. They feel it in their bones. The shops are shut. Windows are barred. Mothers hold their children close. The streets are empty. A lone newspaper flutters on the breeze, drifting between abandoned cars. The War is coming. There has been no announcement on the radio. There has been nothing on the... Continue Reading →
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 →