Serial and short fiction.
lords of the past that rue the day flowers that blossom for today enjoying the seasons as they rise and set times and feelings of those you’ve met ride on the petals carried in wind recorded, kept, enfolded. begin spin & spin as the cycle turns soul, darkness & light adjourn swords…
She picked the worst time to tell him, when they’d just finished. They were lying, side by side but not touching, sweaty and sore but almost happy. He reached over her and grabbed his cigarettes from the mantel, pulling a lighter from under his pillow. He only smoked when he was afterglowing. Or drinking….
Friendship is Magic I turn back, but the shepherd is trekking back across his field, toward his rock. Did he mean my mother is proud of me? Did I mishear him? I must have. Or maybe he does know of the Margravine. Perhaps the birds have been speaking to others. I never thought of…
“I love you.” Colin didn’t blink or put down his cup; he took a sip of tea and continued staring at his computer screen. I got the distinct feeling this had happened to him before. He clicked on something and I saw his eyes start to move as he read. He was infuriatingly calm. It…
Celia Part 2 I turned around and went home. I may have hurried, but I certainly didn’t run. Another stroke of luck– I’m beginning to think that the universe wanted Celia dead; it would certainly explain how she managed to fall at exactly the right angle to snap her spine– I didn’t run into anyone…
Though no lightning cracked the sky, electricity still hung heavily over the city’s residents. Snowflakes drifted lazily to join their fallen brethren covering everything in sight. Atop a freshly blanketed rooftop crouched a cat with long, dampening fur that stood starkly against the white of the snow. It began padding along, leaving…
I’ve Made up my Mind. Let’s Go. We left on Tuesday. When I took my mother her coffee and granola bar, she wasn’t in the chair by the window. Nor was she in bed. I found her in the shed. How did I miss her going out? She was digging through the suitcases we…
Did I mean to kill her? No. Of course not. Am I sad she’s dead? Not really. I didn’t like her, she’d done nothing but make me miserable and/or angry, but she wasn’t a particularly big part of my life. Honestly, I think me killing her is the most important interaction we ever had….
You Caught Me Monologuing I have asked the birds what this is all about, and Henwyn, at least, has been helpful. She agreed to come down out of the attic for a chat. And now she is telling me about the flock’s journey to this house from their world in search of the Margravine….