Come In, Sit Down, Leave Your Shoes On

Good morning darling! Did the horses behave themselves round the Arndells? Gorgeous view, you can see all the way to the back of your own collar when the weather clears, ha-ha; how was the weather though? Good? Warm enough? You might not have heard, but two summers back a ghastly wind came through and blew … Continue reading Come In, Sit Down, Leave Your Shoes On →

Chess for Wizards Part I

In a dimly lit chamber of flasks and curious magical relics, a rather flustered wizard was attempting to haggle with the postman. ‘Twenty five crowns! You think I’m an alchemist!?’ stammered the wizard, standing from his chair and only just managing to restrain himself from jumping over the desk and throttling his visitor. ‘What person … Continue reading Chess for Wizards Part I →

Andy deHands

‘Ya got any oil barkeep?’ ‘Um, oil?’ asked the bartender, somewhat thrown by this incredibly odd request.Taking a moment to run the question over again in his mind, he attempted to discern the state of his new patron approaching the bar from the shadows, almost slinking from movement to movement like a bead of molasses … Continue reading Andy deHands →

A Nervous Man of Erratic Disposition

A short story about life, twisted and ready to fall into a running tragedy of escaped marbles.

Aya and Carrick Part 6: Jailbirds do Sing

I’m sorry you were arrested for kidnaping me,’ said Sunny, looking firmly at the cobblestone floor of the jail and avoiding the glares of her two new friends. Jumping back in fright as a metal teapot reverberated off the bars that separated them, Sunny caught one of the two prisoners performing an obscene gesture with … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 6: Jailbirds do Sing →

Life Within Small Things

This was his hammer, it’s probably older than he was. Steel always seems to dull after long enough, something about age that always changes things, rusts things: the sea air out here on the coast weathering life. This dull brown hammer has so much more life than most of his other possessions: its head, flecked … Continue reading Life Within Small Things →

The Importance of Loss

It was a childhood toy, a small bear so loved and so worn, bought long ago by your mother, my wife. You were too young then, too young to see how she fretted over this bear while standing outside the toy store, a bundled ball of pride and anxiousness, wanting to find the perfect bear … Continue reading The Importance of Loss →

A Drop of the Sheaf

It’s not on their records. A major brewer, owned by a business, owned by another business, they all have no records of it.A filing cabinet, tucked in behind the dust trap of a forgotten archive holds something resembling a receipt but nothing that mentions where it had come from, what it was sold for. Every … Continue reading A Drop of the Sheaf →

Morning Upon the Edges of a Town

I’d been listening to static for the last thirty minutes. The distant stations, that echoed off the flat landscape around my car, crackled and threw their toneless noise across the scrubland, a cacophony of meaningless noise that could only mean one thing, the generator had tripped out again.Not a problem, well not much of a … Continue reading Morning Upon the Edges of a Town →

Ghost II

‘I refuse to be worn as a codpiece again’ barked the talking skull, as it was picked up and inspected by Blake, a first time ghost and up until very recently fully alive farmhand.‘Oi, put me down or I’ll have one of your thumbs,’ snapped the skull in hopeful chomps, ‘I was happy on that … Continue reading Ghost II →