Cardy had a long way to Monday. The thoughts of the sepia hued sunset that lived beyond today enriched the penultimate start of another shift and called the moths of revelry to assemble around the lightbulb of hedonism--the slump of Monday morning not yet ordaining to obscure their delusion. Yes, it was hot, yes, the … Continue reading Long Way to Monday
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A Fighter
Theo was not a violent man. Well, I mean his love of a fight was as boundless as the will of any person, but there was never any malice in his bones. He fought with pride, a quiet smile on his face and a focus to his eyes that refused to look away from a … Continue reading A Fighter
Paranormal Fossicking
There’s no shadowy government agency that’s brought in to deal with this, it’s just me, one man out of his depth and a a few “experts” who have all never seen the other side of a computer. If I could call up someone qualified I would…I had, but the yellow pages sort of runs out … Continue reading Paranormal Fossicking
The Absent Wind
The wind had left us. The Earth, halted in its celestial arc, sighs, knowing that memory will be trapped in the hollowness of this new absence.It once walked with us, this gentle wind; through sprawling history and as far as time can unwind upon itself, the wind has played parts in both mundane and monolithic. … Continue reading The Absent Wind
Damn These Technological Pinecones
'Go for a flight Icarus, it's a beautiful sunny day.' The steady thump of metal upon a different kind of metal reverberated through the small backyard somewhere in the outskirts of Brisbane. Strewn across the anhydrously curated back garden were tools, scraps of metal, and enough lost bolts to restock a bolt factory. In a … Continue reading Damn These Technological Pinecones
Grimm
In a study, laden with dust and covered by the collected papers of countless of lifetimes, two strangers had met for the first time and, after moving past the polite amount of small talk, were now regarding each other with a protracted silence.A bookshelf of neatly stacked jars softly flickered their firelight into the study … Continue reading Grimm
We Shot the Moon
‘Well, it’s a bit of a problem,’ Adah began, abruptly coughing her words in an attempt to dislodge the knot of toast that still dwelt at the back of her throat from breakfast.It was hot, the struggling air conditioner had suddenly become a drone of irritating voicelessness and as forty eyes from a collective twenty … Continue reading We Shot the Moon
Stand Off
It was chaos. A skillet of boiling tomatoes popped and voicelessly cried out for a stir as the otherwise silent room built into a futher tension. The kitchen bench, now scattered with flour and the shards of broken crockery, began to run slick with olive oil as the punctured tin leaked freely and spread out … Continue reading Stand Off
Morning’s Waiting Part II
The sky was angry.Atop a signal tower somewhere unknown and staring into the abyss of distance, an engineer named Talbot shivered in the frost-touched wind and drew his coat tighter around his shoulders.It was hard to remember the air before it was this broiling knot of rage and static, the coiling sprawl of a horizon … Continue reading Morning’s Waiting Part II
Morning’s Waiting Part I
‘They always make that noise,’ Talbot shouted above the rumble of the switch-room, his words were muffled in their usual way from the tail of a half-smoked cigarette wedged into the corner of his mouth.Closing the access panel behind him, the engineer loafed down the ladder and looked out into the depths of the jumbled … Continue reading Morning’s Waiting Part I
Sunday Short Stories 