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
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
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
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
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 00:51:08 +0000 No-one really knows Mister Claypole’s first name. If you asked anyone who works under him in the theatre, any of his managers of patrons or whores, they might scratch their heads and speculate. George? Andrew? Donald? For some reason they will all give you the names of saints, and they will all… Continue reading Microfiction – Baroque
Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:48:12 +0000 Shall Never Be As the days went by, Zinnia found herself more and more taken with the idea of being a wife. She hadn’t yet come to the idea of motherhood yet, but skirted around the edges of the idea as it began to timidly tiptoe into her mind.… Continue reading Microfiction – Victorious
Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:45:32 +0000 Desire is a strange thing. Time can sharpen, dull, and twist desire, but wanting never dies. In three millenia of life, this is the only lesson Lucky Welles has ever learned. — Euphemia Horbruth is grand, imposing, out-sized. Her favorite niece has always, she thinks, been the contrast… Continue reading Microfiction – Visionary
Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:43:58 +0000 Clock lives inside his Engine. His Engine lives inside a large warehouse with thick stone walls, but Clock doesn’t live in the warehouse. He sleeps under the timekeeper and he reads the morning paper under the database wheels, and he sometimes lays across a board set over the… Continue reading Microfiction – Fractured
