In the forest, at its edge, in the darkness, they stood and they waited. White knuckles gripped around hafts. The air ran through the bristles of their beards. Skin tightened, leather flexed. Before them lay the blasted fields of winter, a vast empty nothing. The horizon grew blacker, thicker; resolving into shields and helmets and […]Read more "The Edge"
“What are you still doing here?” “Look Eli, I was leaving – I’m in the middle of leaving, I got all my things packed here, see?” “That still don’t explain what you’re doing here.” “Mary said you were still on the mountain, wouldn’t be back for a few days.” “Still ain’t an answer.” “I’m looking […]Read more "Leaving"
“What are you thinking about?” Lin asked. Jenny shrugged. “Nothing much.” She picked at the grass, rolling the blades up into soft balls and throwing them out into the sunlight. Lin lay on her front, head on her crossed arms, a book spread out in front of her. Her feet kicked back and forth, from […]Read more "Thoughts"
Dust. It’s a signal of the old, the decrepit, the forgotten. I remember a time when it was a thin layer on an old cabinet, or a collection under a chair. Now it fills every part of my life. It collects in great drifts in streets, spilling through broken windows. In small amounts you can […]Read more "Dust"
“What are you doing here?” He asked. With both fists on the bar, he gave her the same look he had given her every time, in the last year, that she had walked through the door. “Easy, Frank, I’m just popping by.” “Yeah, well Andy’s not here.” “I know.” She took a stool, careful not […]Read more "Shotgun"
The mist was a dense soup he struggled through, clawing at his clothes and dragging him down. He pushed forward, tired as he was, focusing on the hilltop and the circle of blue above it. That morning the skies had been clear and bright; he had made good headway by the afternoon and, engaged by […]Read more "Mist"
Over the next few weeks I’m going to be playing around with style a little, trying out different voices and techniques. I am a great fan of genre fiction, yet I’ve never really tried writing for genre. So expect to see a bit of horror, or sci-fi, maybe even a western or a detective story. […]Read more "Styles"