In Praise of Blood and Noise

The morning was only growing colder. The streets were still dark. He crawled down roads, staring, as if looking through a window; drenched with past and haunting images of days that now seemed to never have been. But the minutes wouldn’t stop. He stood waiting, coughing. The chill of the night had entered him. The … Continue reading In Praise of Blood and Noise


On Fire, But Not Burning

from a work in progress Melanie is the product of somebody's imagination, a character in a story still being written. As she develops – as she is being developed – she begins to question her existence in between her maker's writing sessions. Why can't she remember her childhood? What do the blank spaces mean? Who put her in this scenario, … Continue reading On Fire, But Not Burning


“The world is not made up of atoms; it’s made up of stories.” — Muriel Rukeyser ‘A week? A whole damn week?’ she complained. That wasn’t what she had planned for. Then again, it wasn’t her who planned it in the first place. Rolling her eyes at the sudden, unpleasant thought, she walked slowly across the room, towards the window. [...]