9Dec 2012 “Baby, you’re gonna be a star!” Pause. Rewind. “Don’t worry about a thing. Baby, you’re gonna be a star!” Pause. Rewind. “…and we won’t look back. Don’t worry about a thing. Baby, you’re gonna be a star!” Pause. Rewind. She’d been doing this for hours. The same scene, over and over. Classic… Continue reading Pause, Rewind
Wed, 07 Sep 2011 23:09:25 +0000 The needle flashed in the late afternoon light, shuttering up and down as Shulie’s hands moved the dark fabric under the machine’s foot with her hands. The foot and needle both caught the light and glinted, while the black corduroy fabric seemed to swallow up the light. Black, black,… Continue reading Sword, Ring, Needle
9 May 2011 This little bit of microfiction didn’t start out that way. In fact, it didn’t start out as anything at all. You see, I’ve recently gotten a little Android tablet, mostly for pulling up Ukelele chords and recipes in the kitchen, and other such fun stuff. I was just playing about with it,… Continue reading Blood and Sand
29 Aug 2010 “I want a bitter girl and a cheeky boy and a night with fireworks just after a dance in a decade when everyone thinks the world is about to end. “ I. No-one past graduation thought it was worth a damn, but the fireworks were going ahead. Important to keep morale up,… Continue reading Microfiction: A Night with Fireworks
The Premise: “I want a bitter girl and a cheeky boy and a night with fireworks just after a dance in a decade when everyone thinks the world is about to end. “ I. No-one past graduation thought it was worth a damn, but the fireworks were going ahead. Important to keep morale up, the… Continue reading a night with fireworks
Mon, 19 Apr 2010 05:32:56 +0000 “I could never hate you.” “You could. I could make you.” Yet finally, finally, his lips curled into a smile. It was a slow, heated smile; butter melting on hot toast, a square of sunlight through a window on a fall afternoon. With it his own godhood showed… Continue reading like a boa constrictor, babe
Thu, 15 Apr 2010 04:58:15 +0000 “What is the greatest evil?” he asked her one night, an hour before grey dawn. She pressed her lips tight, her black eyes inspected him. “To murder love.” she answered, voice even. “Heaven take me.” He moaned, face against his leather gloves. “I have done so. You have… Continue reading The Angel and the Soldier
Wed, 14 Apr 2010 10:54:00 +0000 He was sure he hadn’t loved her the first time. No…the first time had been curiosity – the second, confirmation. The third, political, the fourth and fifth routine. Before long their trysts were almost dull, but by then he’d gotten comfortable. When he finally said he didn’t love her,… Continue reading you can read me anything
26 Jan 2010 She wasn’t anyone I knew. I met her once, in a bar on fifty-second street. You know, one of those places where everyone orders gin & tonics, because at least you know that will taste bad in a way you’re used to, and all the other stuff behind the bar has… Continue reading Not Anyone I Knew
Mon, 21 Dec 2009 03:02:47 +0000 She was careful as she picked across the rubble to where he lay gasping, spurting his life. “If you thought me delicate then, I was. Not fragile, no, that was what you made me.” She touched him sweetly, leaving the scent of rose and resentment behind her. … Continue reading Tiny Twitterfictions
