The fishwives stand in a line along the sea wall, their arms outstretched as if they’d hold back the tide. They wear near-identical clothing, choosing the drab colours of those who dwell in the Underground City. The only difference between them is within the lace motifs of their mud brown shawls, motifs which mirror the […]
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#FridayFlash – Eyes That See
The swing band in the corner fought for attention over the din of chatter in the hall. Women in furs quaffed champagne as their menfolk told dreary jokes and ignored the exhibits. Gabriel scowled at them – no appreciation for history at all. He’d assembled the finest pieces ancient Egypt could offer, and they were […]
Twisted Valentine
A twisted slice of Valentine fiction for you here – I submitted a story to Lily Childs’ February Femmes Fatales, and happily had it accepted! There are some corking stories going up right throughout this month, so plenty to keep you occupied. But what was even better than just being accepted was having Whispering Sweet […]
Friday Flash – Anonymous
Photo from Popular Archaeology Maria scrawled her signature on the form, and handed the clipboard back to the courier. He scurried out of the lab, leaving her and Tom with the coffin. “Where exactly did Sasha find this?” asked Maria. She ran her hands across the smooth wood. “There was a stone sarcophagus in a […]
Friday Flash – Waking Up
Dry lips moved without words inside dusty bandages. Empty eye sockets stared into the suffocating darkness of millennia. Voices echoed in the world beyond, voices strange and unfamiliar. Rotting ears strained to hear, and a lost mind struggled to understand. Ragged nails tore through ancient wrappings. Fingers more like talons scraped against thick painted wood. […]
Friday Flash – The Agency
I sat at my desk and stared at the blank sheet of paper in the typewriter. A cigarette balanced on the edge of an ash tray, a ribbon of smoke curling upward like a nicotine-flavoured Mata Hari. A bottle of ten year old Ben Nevis Single Malt stood just beyond my grasp. That was some […]
