Writings

Flash fiction in which a mother and daughter visit a schoolyard. One looks backward while the other looks downward and upward.

A story of a man who seeks a cure in a deep grotto. The locals call it the most blessed place in the world. Others would call it their grave.

If your magic is governed by rules that look suspiciously like they came from a physics textbook, you don’t have magic. You have fantasy science.

But be relentlessly real wherever you are and whatever you are doing. Feel honestly. Think honestly. Act honestly.

The book gets nearer completion, and that’s kind of it. This is information is relayed over the course of approximately 500 words.

How do you turn a tide? You don’t, probably. You just wait for the turning of the tide. The best thing to do is just let it do what it wants.

Bill found the time not to his liking, so he changed it. Several times. It got to the point where no one knew what time it was anymore.

Consider the dread of its inhabitants as a massive cataclysmic force bears down upon them from the sky and strikes the ground.

Don’t trust spiders. Just don’t. They may look innocent, but their motives are completely inscrutable.

They sang many things through words that could only be comprehended by the yielding of one’s heart to the song.