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
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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
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
Fire & Socks
It was an elongated stretch of boredom that led me to throw a pair of socks against the brick wall of my apartment, one afternoon misspent and wanting of purpose. To my surprise, the dull thud of knitted cotton on render had found itself to be just quiet enough that it might not wake my … Continue reading Fire & Socks
A Walk Around Trugala Station
‘You may not know this, but every goat in Australia is orientated by nautical terms.’ Walking past a ramshackle gate without fence, the old farmer, known as Noel, placed his boot up on a shin-high post and looked off into the flat of a long-stretching horizon, ‘clerical error I heard, way back in the seventeens … Continue reading A Walk Around Trugala Station
A Note Left on My Fridge III
Hark!Hark, I wailsome-ly call to the heavens and hells of mighty horsemen bounding toward apocilypta! Hark, I call out so loudly that seraph above become unseated from their cloud and scatter halo, serif marks and dainty wings across the landscape below, falling to the vortex of your abandon. Why must this house of fragility be … Continue reading A Note Left on My Fridge III
John, why are there Grass Clippings all over the Floor?
A short story about a very odd friend.
A King’s Coup De Grace
I always assumed that I’d die surrounded by my friends, their steely knives bearing down upon me as I looked up in surprise to be cut down: inexplicably thinking about Caesar and wishing I took better notice of the exit path. A king’s death, that’s how I wanted to go. Not a gout laden heart-burst … Continue reading A King’s Coup De Grace
Sunday Short Stories 