I’ve started running. As a person who considers themselves unfit for the trials of a stairwell--let alone actual exercise--the meek slouch of my aching shoulders had leant me forward as I collapsed into the embrace of a thicket, the wet leaflitter therein feeling somewhat cooling against my side.Of cardio, I am an amateur, and for … Continue reading On Making Friends While Running
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🧹 A Bog Witch
Drella was a bog witch. Across the span of two decades, Drella had double, double toiled and troubled her way into becoming quite competent at bog witchery and couldn’t help but feel disconsolate when her life was boiled down into nothing more than hocus pocus. For a bog witch, there were many presumptions that were … Continue reading 🧹 A Bog Witch
April 2023 site update and The Flying Apricot introduction
Hello, hello!Just a quick update about Sunday Short Stories and all the jumbled-up alphabets that reside therein. In celebration of writing two hundred short stories, I'm going to be putting more time into something longer for the rest of 2023 But what does that mean? Well, it mostly means that I will no longer be … Continue reading April 2023 site update and The Flying Apricot introduction
The Balendup Library Running Club: 1
An apathetic glass door drags itself leftward on rattling hinge as the growing bluster outside triggers the auto-sensor with a passing of unswept leaf-litter. It is Autumn; the mist covered branches of the nearby park have all shed their greenery into the gutter, discarding the last year of growth in preparation for the winter.It's a … Continue reading The Balendup Library Running Club: 1
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 9
It was as though the god of luck had cursed him. Mickey Hallan thought of Lenith as a miserly kind of god, more gifting of curses than a bit of good fortune here and there. Sad eyed and mopey, Lenith regularly cursed people like Mickey for no apparent reason; special curses that turned sure odds … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 9
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 7
‘woop.’ The Watcher spoke, his thin breath caught upon the night air with a pause of caution. Words, he knew, had power. There was a greater dominion to the spoken word than a human mind could fathom; the circle chants of Den Helden that are said to turn iron into gold, the legends of Death’s … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 7
The Copperpot Inn: The Death Of Dennis Highburrow
They were everywhere.Denizens of darkness coiled knifelike in their dim shadow. Dennis could see them, the ghosts that haunted this city and followed him with dread silence. Lurking invisible and malevolent, these haunted spectres drifted nearer at each hour’s bell: a doomsome toll that heralded death. Dennis felt a presence reaching out for his mortal … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: The Death Of Dennis Highburrow
A Note on My Fridge IV
Spirits of treachery, place down your lance and stab me not with your dispersions!Vile castigations cast with wyvern talon and ruinous slander shall be levelled not at me, but at the very roots of my familial line that affixes me to the ground.We are out of milk AGAIN! My cereal must be dry again. Barren … Continue reading A Note on My Fridge IV
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 6
The fireplace was barely untended. It was swept, a bucket of kindling was stacked by its side, there was an expectant readiness to the fireplace that doom, the hearth sprite, felt unsettled by. It looked so barren, the sprite thought as it gazed into the cavernous maw of a thankfully soot-crowded chimney. To properly … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 6
🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 5
It was no weather for travel. Lundra, by its rainy nature, knew little of travelling. It was a gormless thing, a nagging part of the day that people did their best to avoid. Some would ignore travel as it happened to them. Tinctures of rum and lavender to help sleep hold throughout the burden, Boxes, … Continue reading 🪔 Lundra: The Falling Rain – Part 5
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