When the girl at the bus stop died I thought it was over for us. I’d been waiting for the right moment to speak to her and it seemed then that I had missed my chance. I ran to her, hoping for some sign of life, some sign that I love you might still matter. […]
Against the advice of my betters, I did a cover for Thrum on Inkshares. What do you think? Leave a comment here, or even better, over there.
Something I wrote a long while back. I’ve got half a dozen hooks for an anthology along these lines, but for now it’s just this slightly unsatisfactory tale and a couple of weak starts. I reserve the right to refurbish, revoke, and republish this someday, but for now it’s time to just air it out. The static is deafening […]
Something I’ve been working on for a while. The idea of a tunnel under the Cabot Strait is compelling to me; it has an attraction that the shorter version under the Strait of Belle Isle does not, largely because it doesn’t require a 27-hour drive to get there. St. Paul Island is real, and is […]
I’m in the process of turning this experimental short story into an even shorter, albeit more work-intensive, comic. Once I have the layouts for that done I think I’ll probably end up revisiting it and restructuring the opening and closing, but I am still really happy with the piece as it is; it was meant to […]
“Perhaps you could sing us a song,” said Emma to Saul. Saul frowned and stared at the girl. “Saul’s work is the needle, child,” said Will. “I’ve a right to sing in my own house, William of Parsh,” said Saul. “And in mine, for all that it matters,” said Perrill under his breath. “No need, […]
The men stood apart for a moment listening to Emma speak. Marrell lay still, blood oozing out of his wounds. Will slogged forward carefully, his eyes fixed on Nerve. The other man gave him no notice. Will stumbled past him, out of the water. “Will, the Wild-” Will shot a glance back at Nerve, who […]