We Go Again!

Cripes, it certainly has been a while since I last posted… well, anything on here really.  But fret not (you can lie all you want, but I just know it’s been keeping you up at night!) for change is afoot.  I had a lot going on at the tail end of last year – buying a house and the expected unexpected return of a savage period of depression being the main constraints on my time and motivation – but 2019 has pretty much seen everything start to get back into a relaxed and rosy routine.  It wasn’t therefore too much of a surprise when a hesitant tap on my front door signalled the return of a sheepish-looking muse.  After some stern words about the acceptable way in which one should take a holiday, and some stern words back around providing a conducive working environment I let her back into the house for coffee and biscuits.  And then writing stuff happened.  Yay.

I’ll be getting the ball rolling on a few writing projects moving forward, and a new story will be uploaded here this afternoon.  There will be some other bits of fiction and poetry emerging on a much more regular basis after that, as well as some more interesting asides in video game narratives (it’ll be fun, I promise) and other new additions to the site.  So yeah, to coin a cliché, big things are on the way.

Or, at least, bigger things.


Modern Witches

Arietta sat with folded legs on the living room floor, her face matching the discarded balls of wrapping paper beside her scrunch for scrunch.  The young goat being cradled in her lap looked up and started to nibble at the untidy ends of Areitta’s flaxen hair.  She shoved its head away and went back to sulking.

It wasn’t fair.

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Friday Flash Fiction Fan Fiction: The Dawn of Kernel

Naashyka wasn’t sure how long she had sat there thinking, but the restless matrix of asterisms in the gemstones of her flight suit indicated it was less than the K3R-NL hour it felt like.  The obvious reason for the discrepancy was that she was still acclimatising to the timezone of the local system.  It was also the most preferable; the more Naashyka considered the alternative, the drier her skin felt.

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Flash Fiction: Where’s My Sand, Witch?

“No, you’ve got it all wrong.” Lul pushed strands of seaweed from her eyes and smiled reassuringly up at her customer. “It’s ‘sandwich shop’, not ‘sand witch shop’—Silent ‘t’, see?”

The skeleton looked at the sandwiches on Lul’s cart, sockets glowing. “You stupid? Nobody eats around here. Now where’s my sand sculpture?”

Shame pricked Lul’s cheeks as she flicked her tail, conjuring a twisting edifice from the sand. “There you go,” she said thickly. “Good luck with the contest.”

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Cut the Ribbon and Break a Bottle of Champagne!

Hello to the world beyond my world.  May I say that you’re all looking splendid at the specific single moment in time you happen to be reading this.

So, I’ve been writing for some time now, but have been somewhat reluctant to start up a website, in part because of the fear of realising that I may have evolved from I.T. student to tech-illiterate dinosaur.

But then I decided to bite the bullet.

I am a now a tech-illiterate dinosaur (stat adjustments to follow).

But at least I am tech-illiterate dinosaur with a reasonably functioning website.  I now finally have a space to store my prose and poetry where it might get a little more notice, and thus (hopefully) entertain a wider audience than the couple of strangers who occasionally look over my shoulder when I write.

So watch this space.  I’m reasonably certain my work will see you entertained, if not all nostalgic and stuff, and as it doesn’t cost you anything to keep updated I don’t have to worry about money-back guarantees.