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
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
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
Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:03:26 +0000 Too Much is a little piece I wrote about Moll and Theo, two characters from The Victorious, one of the settings on Clockwork Lullabye. Is flowed out of my easy and sweet, and I’m a bit fond of it. As it’s filed under ‘erotic fiction’, I expect anyone… Continue reading Too Much
