Up round where things start and end- A Horse’s Story

… And, a horse was foaled, one windy day late into winter. Of this day, a frightened mare, thought only of the wind: the strong gale that rattled her wooden barn and kicked up small cuts of hay into the air like dust lost in dance. She will remember this wind not for its strength … Continue reading Up round where things start and end- A Horse’s Story →

Up round by the farm on the hill

George Halthorpe heaved against the still weight of his broken wagon. This simple cart had survived nearly 10 years of pottering to and from the farm, and although the left wheel had a bit of a wobble about it, George was rather attached to the old thing. With a thunk, and a twinge in his … Continue reading Up round by the farm on the hill →

Aya and Carrick Part 2: What to do when trapped under a rock

‘Carrick…Carrick, we’re still out of water.’ The heat of summer lay heavy upon the morning like a very patient stone. ‘Come-on Mr.Wizard, magic up a stream or something.’ Aya whined as she lay slumped against the protection of a small bolder, she was a native of a nation drenched eternally by rain and was in no … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 2: What to do when trapped under a rock →

The Failed Cultist IV: The end of the world

‘That’ll be 50 cents love.’ ‘Thanks Hazel’ said Marla as she took the carton of milk off the counter and dropped some change into a salvation army donation box. Nodding goodbye in her turn to leave the mopy 27 year old immediately became entangled in the bakery’s red and green fly curtain and fell outside … Continue reading The Failed Cultist IV: The end of the world →

A floorboard by the windowsill

Quick note: This is a horror short It was upon the verge of night. The waning light of another day lost in fretted melody threw odd shadows across your room: dusty and tired. Moving to retire for the night you notice a small marking, newly appeared, upon the floor. Curious you walk closer, each step … Continue reading A floorboard by the windowsill →

The Apple

Quick note: This is a horror short I bite into an apple and see a tooth jutting from the white of its core. Checking my mouth finds nothing missing. Watching, I see a small ring of blood circling the lost tooth, fading slowly as my focus blurs. Underarming the apple into the trash I then … Continue reading The Apple →

When They Return

Quick note: This is a horror short The ducks had evaporated. That was a problem. Never before had this happened in nature. The old stories sometimes mentioned a turkey or two disappearing in dense fog, but the sudden evaporation of every duck on the planet? That was definitely new. The swans were found, that was … Continue reading When They Return →

A Note Found On My Fridge II

‘Thy currish ways have infected our apartment with the misaima of true melan-cholera once again!’ claimed the note left on the fridge door. Three exclamation marks, drawn each with a bolder inflection of pen stroke, were heavily punctuated and underlined with a scrawl of red ink. ‘Be you a beast? A Demon from the twisted hells? … Continue reading A Note Found On My Fridge II →

Probably wash your hands

And then it appeared.Small ringlets of matted fur tangled into a single clump of dirt. Knot upon knot tangling into something that couldn’t have been done intentionally. At first I thought it to be a discarded scrap of hessian, maybe half a bag of potatoes that someone left out in the sun. But as it moved, … Continue reading Probably wash your hands →

Up Round Where We Begin Again

Angus Craddic was in a barrel. He hadn’t always been in a barrel but now, in this moment, he was vividly aware that he was, without a shadow of a doubt, sitting in something that very much resembled a barrel.A scotch filled barrel Deja vu danced around his thoughts and the act of rubbing his … Continue reading Up Round Where We Begin Again →