Nights of kinship, so underscored by joyous laughter, will forever become inextricably tied to the memories of a fading youth; between these misspent nights of carousing and falling off of chairs, lies absence, a darkening void of long forgotten--or otherwise equally repressed--memory. Scattered fragments of horrific recall that wisp past the vision in hazed blur … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 5: Back on the Wagon
Tag: short fiction
To Fix a Fence
Separated by a fence line of horizon. Two neighbouring towns, devoid of landmark and postcode, both rested upon the edge of a dirt road so uninteresting that even most of the potholes hadn’t bothered to show up. Between these towns was a field of grass that had taken featurelessness to have been competitive; this field, … Continue reading To Fix a Fence
The Morning Vast and Unquiet
Two men stared ponderously at the schematic of their broken radio. Both, gravely unsure and too terrified to ask if the plans were upside down, scratched their heads and made considered hmm-like noises, while each hoping that the other may have a moment of epiphany so they could radio in for more milk.The sky was a … Continue reading The Morning Vast and Unquiet
The Killing of a Fox
Solemn eyes watched on as the Judge stepped into the churchyard and drew the iron gate closed behind him, eliciting a mournful howl as the ancient gate grated against the frost of this quiet winter morning.The sky was muted in greyness as though a blanket had been thrown across the entire heavens, a greyness that … Continue reading The Killing of a Fox
Balendup lawn dredging services
Yep, I remember back when this was all fields. Well, it’s still a field now but a few years back it was more field-ish, you know what I mean? The grass was greener back then, it had a certain windsweptedness about it that a better word would probably sum up really well. I don’t know, I’m … Continue reading Balendup lawn dredging services
Clarity through the base of a glass
I saw it, perfectly resonant within utmost clarity. Criss-crossed lines of overpolish glow luminescent behind the last draught of ale as my tipped glass catches the sun, refelcting in golden radiance.A late-Autumn wind ambles through the sky and appears to almost steal the daylight from the air as it passes, following the sun’s dip below … Continue reading Clarity through the base of a glass
Six flights of stairs and a turn of a key
Six flights of stairs and a turn of a key. A hinge screams as the door is pushed open–whoops, I wanted to be quiet, too late now. Creeping inside I close the door and kick off my shoes, the facade of silence is removed but I continue moving lightly for nothing but my own sense … Continue reading Six flights of stairs and a turn of a key
To Manufacture a Planet
Simple really, the needs of existence grow more complex as time progresses onward.Think of a newborn baby, a human that is incapable of surviving without assistance. But, unlike their adult contemporaries, this child’s needs can be met moderately easily. We age, we learn, and within reason we gain reason.This is where things begin to get … Continue reading To Manufacture a Planet
Ghost
Feeling a distant pang of confusion nestle itself alongside the light breeze that was wafting through his chest, Blake, a young farmhand, held aloft the rather loudly humming shortsword much in the same way a person might wield a wet rat.It was a blade of beautiful simplicity, well balanced and clearly made by master’s hand. … Continue reading Ghost
Up Round at the Tavern by the River’s Edge
A neat row of bottles stood proudly on their display shelf behind the bar of Dorrily river tavern.Locals who gossip in forever rounding circles of weather and fading memories, invariably wander towards the realm of drunken speculation as the night grows tired. What was the actual difference between a king’s pint and a double half-pint, … Continue reading Up Round at the Tavern by the River’s Edge
Sunday Short Stories 