“What are you looking at?” He pulled himself out via the driver’s side window. His friend was on the roof, his hands behind his head, his eyes lost within the shadow cast by the baseball cap pulled low. “Anderson.” “Yeah, what is it?” “What’re you looking at?” He lifted himself up on to the roof […]

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“Stop doing that,” she told her, for the fifth time since they had joined the highway. “But I like how it feels.” She leaned on her shoulder, with one arm dangling out of the car window and her hair streaming in the wind. The distant mountains remained static as the plains, now golden in the […]

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Noun (plural madeleines) 1. A small gateau or sponge cake, often shaped like an elongated scallop shell. 2. Something which brings back a memory; a source of nostalgia or evocative memories (used with reference to its function in Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost Time). I have many notes on a story founded on […]

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First Words

“I want to go outside,” she whispered. Her hand caressed the curtain seam. Her head rested on a pillow, propped against the window sill. Her body formed a question mark on the bed. A line of cool blue highlighted the curl of her ear and the gentle edge of her jaw. He noted how it […]

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The divination of meaning through dreams. I rarely remember my dreams, even in the immediate moments after waking and when I do it is only because they produce such intense, fever inducing images that I have no choice but to. I like the idea of the dream-like in stories as a means to gain greater […]

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Autumn allows strange things to happen. The dryads lose their foliage and hunker down for the cold months, the long nights. What I find though, is that when the noise of summer dies down, we get to hear the sounds in between, from the sea hammering against the shore to the wind gasping between broken […]

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He woke with the open sky filling his view, grey from start to finish. He raised his head, letting the water empty from his ears. The silence of morning, of an empty vastness without a single wrinkle, filled his body. Two weeks before he had been standing in the corner of a grey room, his […]

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