There is no story, only a bird (interludes 2.1)

Just a quick drop in to let you know that there won’t be a flash fiction story released today. I didn’t want this emptiness to just go by like that because that would be disappointing, so here’s some words. I have three half finished stories, keen to get finished. Just got the idea of theContinue reading “There is no story, only a bird (interludes 2.1)”

Interludes 2

It has been 4 weeks since my first interludes post, so I thought it was a good time to do one again. To be fair, I hadn’t planned it, but it fit in the schedule, which meant I went with the flow. To be honest, I’ve had a really hard time lately to get theContinue reading “Interludes 2”

Nadec ch 5: Laughter and tears

The empty look on Wyny’s face only added to her fit of hysterical laughter. Whenever it eased down into giggles, she made the mistake of looking at him again and that set her off once more. After the fourth time, she managed to keep from looking in his direction. The giggles scattered into an occasionalContinue reading “Nadec ch 5: Laughter and tears”

Darkness

It was dark and wet. Bobby lay curled up in excrement, his own and the other’s, huddled against the walls. At least this corner gave a small sense of safety. He had tried sleeping, but hadn’t managed more than a little bit of dozing off. Why was he here? It was all so confusing. WhenContinue reading “Darkness”

Nadec ch 4: The squares

The last one of the Blurghs stumbled away in the direction where the other one had gone. Nadec knelt on the ground next to Kitty, congratulating the cat for jumping against the knob in precisely the right way. It looks like the practice they’d been doing had paid off. Nadec didn’t think Kitty would’ve beenContinue reading “Nadec ch 4: The squares”

Wind

Whenever I have something to say about the story I’m posting, I usually put it at the bottom of the post. This time though, I thought it was better to put it at the top because it might be too confusing otherwise. What you’re about to read is an excerpt of a short story IContinue reading “Wind”

Pumpkin spice

A murder had happened here, the body parts spread around in a gruesome pattern. Jack used his foot to nudge the closest one. His wrinkled face scrunched up in disgust, left hand involuntarily moving through his hair. “I’ve got no time for this,” he mumbled, “not today.” He crushed down the memories which were tryingContinue reading “Pumpkin spice”