The Authorial Voice

‘Well?’ She stood, arms folded, staring at me. ‘Well, what?’ ‘You’re the author. You tell me.’ ‘Do I have to?’ ‘Yes. I would have thought you would know that.’ She looked around at the blank page behind her. ‘Could you describe a chair for me? I could do with a sit down.’ ‘Sorry. Yes, ofContinue reading “The Authorial Voice”

The House of Ill-Repute

‘So, what can I do for you… gentlemen?’ The woman stood arms folded just inside the doorway. Sergeant Henk looked over his shoulder. The rest of the squad sidled away from the doorway towards the corner of the street. Sergeant Henk glanced over his other shoulder. ‘Sir?’ ‘What now, Henk?’ The new captain sauntered acrossContinue reading “The House of Ill-Repute”

Equal Rights for All

This time it was different. ‘Hang on.’ What? ‘How different?’ Just different, that’s all. ‘I’m not sure about this.’ Why not? You are the protagonist in this story, what could happen to you? ‘That’s just it.’ What do you mean? ‘This could be one of those stories where the protagonist doesn’t make it out alive.Continue reading “Equal Rights for All”

She Knows Darkness

Her name? Just the echo of some sounds in her mind. She is not even sure if she ever had a name. But everything has a name. He must have a name, even though he never speaks. The things he brings her to eat, drink, to clean herself – all of those have names evenContinue reading “She Knows Darkness”

You Cannot Have a War Without Mud

The shadows creep across the end of the day like wounded crawling from the battlefield, knowing the dark night is catching them up. Once the darkness takes them, they know they will never see the light again. Sometimes, though, especially in the cold grey mists of morning, it does feel like we have lived tooContinue reading “You Cannot Have a War Without Mud”

The Door into the Stories

I was frightened. We all were. They say the waiting is the hardest part, and that is true. We all were too scared to think, to hope to dream, to fear. You hear rumours, of course. But back in the Learning, they told us it did not matter what we felt, whether we hoped, dreamedContinue reading “The Door into the Stories”

When the Snow Wipes the World Clean Again

It makes you wonder, Marie thought. Sometimes the world out there is stranger than it ought to be. Sometimes, it seems as though this is not the same world you remember. Sometimes it feels as though overnight everything you thought you knew and understood about this world has been taken away and replaced with somethingContinue reading “When the Snow Wipes the World Clean Again”

Crop Circles

‘Sshh, they’ll hear,’ Shala hissed. ‘Sorry.’ It had seemed like a good idea back in the Inn, as do many such ideas. But the ropes and the planks were awkward to carry. ‘Are you sure this is wise?’ Shala looked worried now. I could see the doubt in her eyes in the moonlight. The moonlightContinue reading “Crop Circles”

Then She Sang

  I knew her back then. Of course, everyone, these days, who wants some claim to hipness, they all like to claim they were there in the beginning before the fame, before it all went wrong. But I really was there, at the time. It was one of the cities near the edge of theContinue reading “Then She Sang”

The City of Her Dreams

Kerena dreamt a river that bought the melting snow down from the mountains to the warmer flat plain, turning the bare world green along its edges. It was here that she dreamt a city for her people, her family, her tribe, her silo. She built them a strong city, rising tall by the riverside withContinue reading “The City of Her Dreams”

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