The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 2

As the eyes of guardsmen and thief alike fell upon me, I knew that it was time to run.Melting snow became slick underfoot in the quiet of Autumn, and the lingering ships still left in Liat’s frozen port were all preparing to venture southward, moving weakly before their sails became too heavy to hoist. It … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 2 →

The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 1

This is a tale of plain truth and has yet to be garnished by that of a liar's tongue. As clear as bread be made from flour, I have seen the ship that inspired this painting and can admit to standing upon its deck as it sailed from port on its maiden voyage. The Apricot … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 1 →

The Balendup Tributary II

Article taken from the Balendup Tributary, dated February the 19th 1996 New Creek Crossing a 'Bridge to Balendup's Future' 'The sky was never really a limit,' Geffrey Markson announced to the collected media pit today, its mass of mottled journalists clipping irregularly over ardent note taking and a gaze that was yet to unsettle the … Continue reading The Balendup Tributary II →

Morning’s Bluster

There’s a lot to take in during a really good panic. That sudden ripple of falling and the ground rising up from beyond where you stand, two beats of a heart leaping upwards and the bookend of adrenaline clutching at an edge you hadn’t yet noticed. As if she were a thumb cast across the … Continue reading Morning’s Bluster →

The Balendup Tributary

Article taken from the Balendup Tributary, dated March 10th, 1986. Avian Falls Foul of New Hospital Wing "Salt the earth and may you water the daisies that sprout below my headstone." Were the final words of Mayor Barlow Avian as he attended the opening of the newly renovated Balendup hospital today, becoming not only the … Continue reading The Balendup Tributary →

Bin Day

'Don't get up, it's Bin Day.' The rattling call of the garbage truck could always be heard some thirty minutes before it swung round onto Ardent St and parked in front of my doorstep. Acute heading and a troublesome back had lent me to the unfortunate rousing of a light-sleeper, and in the forthcoming line … Continue reading Bin Day →

A New Day

The tiles were cold. In the flicker of straying sunlight, the faint outline of a shirt, half-hung from the open washing machine, appeared to be alike some kind of misshapen beast crawling its way back from the abyss. It was pallid creature of crumpled skin and flannel texture, a voiceless horror without hand nor face: … Continue reading A New Day →

Thoughts of a Pigeon

Thoughts of pigeon, whilst perched upon pipe and enlightened by gas leak. Time was important. Well, as a segment of general relativity, time is often considered to be important; It is, depending on the perspective, a metaphysical anchor of progressive conscious that science hopes to be used in measurement of a day: thus, keeping clock … Continue reading Thoughts of a Pigeon →

Following Through a Crowd pt.2

They were following me... I had seen them, watching me from the café, their hollow eyes like knives both silent and patient, they had regarded me for no more than a second, but it was a look that held the weight of an anvil within its intent. The shopping centre was cold, it was nearly … Continue reading Following Through a Crowd pt.2 →

Following through a crowd pt.1

I hate crowds and it is the Christmas rush that brings out the worst in them.People forget how to walk, they stand in the middle of an aisle gawking at their phones or staring vacantly into some over-tinseled display; It's a wall of calendars not an art gallery, grab the first one you see and … Continue reading Following through a crowd pt.1 →