short stories
I seldom write longer stories, mostly because as a writer (am I even supposed to call myself a writer?) I’m rather flash in the pan, and little heat. I write in a sudden burst, and as soon as I look away, the story is gone; I often find I detest anything I come back to later.
All the same, here are some stories for you to read, and I hope you like them.
Sword, Ring, Needle
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, black. All summer, Shulie had worn [...]
What the Moon Saw
I wrote this little vignette for Remittance Girls’ Slip of the Lip challenge, and it was subsequently put out in the Ebook. Thanks to Remittance Girl for her support of this story, and encouraging me to write it. She’s a fantastic writer, but an even better pal.
The full e-pillow book can be downloaded from ERWA in pdf format, for free! Go and read it, and then support the writers therein.
Muireann Takes Her Fill
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 I wouldn’ t consider cannibalism, but you [...]
Romance in Three Acts
Jack and Ben: PUNK ROCK LOVE By the by? This is so ridiculously full of symbolism and allegory and trope and oh my god, all that good stuff that if I even tried to annotate it, the annotations would be tem times as long as the story. If there’s anything that catches your eye and [...]
Phantasmagoria
“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 beetles. I always see ‘em on it…” “Betcha [...]