Category: Creative Writing

They set up their camp on the western bank, watching the other side from a safe distance, introducing the children to the new kinds of life that viewed the river as a corridor rather than a boundary. ...

Long into the night, the sisters' banter echoed in the crenellations of the tin walls, echoed in the spindles of Beatrice's rocking chair, echoed in bare footfalls of Bridget's pacing, echoed in the swings from excitement to melancholy in Bernice's timbre. As they bickered and laughed and told tales of the townsfolk...

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One. Go.

Six tiny stories for October 3rd: On October 3rd, he asked me what day it was. “What day is it?” he asked. “It’s October 3rd,” I said. …

I don’t really care for American Gods, but I do like the central conceit of ‘new gods for a new age’ or ‘old gods in modern context’. I would just do it differently than Neil Gaiman does. How so? Glad you asked! TWIN GODS OF ENERGY I would start with the god of Speed. Not