22Dec 2011 If one should take a meeting with the CEO and founder of the Streitenfeld group- and if One is Anyone, one likely will – one might notice a woman in the corner, with Snow White’s colouring and Audrey Hepburn’s style. Then again, one might not notice, because said woman is sitting still and… Continue reading The Stained-Glass Puzzle Lady
13Nov 2011 I’m working on my Red Hood, tonight. I found a lovely little girl’s coat, the softest fur you could imagine! It’s going to line the cloak’s edges, and the hood. I have always wanted a lovely hood, lined with scrumptious plush! If I have enough left over (as I am dearly hoping) I… Continue reading down in fogharty’s cove
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
Sat, 17 Apr 2010 08:50:57 +0000 Very old, and I’m still not sure how I feel about it. I was pretty proud of it back then, though! So here you go. “So..here’s the kitchen. You…you can cook if ya wanna but I never bother. The bedroom’s in…” the boy who was speaking blinked a few… Continue reading A Girl’s Guide to Couch-crash Love
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, 28 Dec 2009 10:06:08 +0000 It was a hot, sultry evening as the carriage made its way north to Bristol; the sort of night that gave birth to strange, vivid dreams and stranger imaginings when one looked up to the huge, luminous orange moon. As the carriage bumped and shook it’s way along… Continue reading What the Moon Saw
Mon, 28 Dec 2009 09:39:11 +0000 Imagine, if you can, a silence that is not the absence of sound… Let me start again. Imagine a silence that is not nothing, not what they call a ‘vacuum’, but a collective hush. Every being, animated or not, green and growing or fast and flitting or hiding… Continue reading Fidelity
Thu, 19 Nov 2009 01:21:56 +0000 This was written for Clockabye. It’s horrific and dark and I don’t know if it’s particularly well written, but I fretted over it for weeks, so there you go. Be warned: There is death in this, and some sex, but that’s peripheral. There’s blood and gore and what… Continue reading Muireann Takes Her Fill
Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:11:36 +0000 “So what’s this shit do?” “That just makes ya feel all…all gooey. S’nice.” “And this shit here?” The darker stuff? That’s the good shit. Like rambo-speed only no crash, s’great.” “What makes it darker?” “Fuck should I know? S’got somehtin’ on it. Think it might be the… Continue reading Phantasmagoria
