Tag Archives: writing
For Abbie
This is short, and I’m not sure I truly did it justice, but this was prompted by my dearest friend Abbie, who writes fiction at Dust on the Keyboard. * * * Three weeks ago, I died. It wasn’t a … Continue reading
Sensing Autumn
Seasons darken and come round again to this dark time, where the candles come out, and all round are spectres of the past, of what might have been, of cold drafts and dark thoughts and an inability to get and … Continue reading
Her Dreams
In truth, I never should have climbed the tower, and let us into those rooms. I never should have let Ianto kiss the sleeping girl; he did not wake her, but he woke what had been in her dreams. He … Continue reading
Jodaan
We set the fires as the sun goes down, one here, at the twilight’s edge, the cast back the darkness. When it is high enough, when the earth has turned enough, at the next ridge, they let theirs flare to … Continue reading
In The Final Throes
There is a stutter, briefly, in her mind’s eye — she is looking at him, and yet through him, and she cannot comprehend. There is a sting, a sharp cut to her cheek, shrapnel slicing a red line over pale … Continue reading