Moments is a work in progress. The idea is to publish a new short story every Friday in 2021, starting on 8 January. This is a large and demanding task, but if successful, the stories will be…
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The House of the Living – a short story
We did not turn on the lights at night, as you probably expect of our sort. Neither did we slam doors or look through the windows from the outside. Never did we rearrange jars in the kitchen or throw furniture around. We are not like that.
Spectre – a short story
Waking up to a thundering headache, it took a while for my eyes to adjust, yet I couldn’t place where I was. Never been here before. Music played somewhere.
A New Eden – a short story
He turned and looked at the spaceship behind him. A relic of their old world. The last great achievement before civilisation turned inwards and was forced to react to the climate catastrophe of the late twenty-first century.
Afternoon – a short story
Where are my bedsheets, he asked? You will all be sleeping with us, she replied. They asked why, and she just smiled. Didn’t want to tell them that if they died, they would die together so that no one would have to mourn the others. They would live together or die together.
Foyer de la Danse – a short story
It was business. He would get what he wanted, she would get her money, her family would go another day without starving, and Eloise would be closer to her goal of becoming the best ballerina in Paris.
Memory Lane
Afternoon – a short story
Where are my bedsheets, he asked? You will all be sleeping with us, she replied. They asked why, and she just smiled. Didn’t want to tell them that if they died, they would die together so that no one would have to mourn the others. They would live together or die together.
The Confusing Coronation of Karel I – a short story
Karel hadn’t understood why he was to call himself I. Karel I, I am a king and so I shall call myself I.
The Shadow in the Hallway – a short story
I’m not sure when I started seeing him. I just know that I did, frequently. You could see him from the corner of your eye, but the moment you looked, he was gone. Neither did I see his feet. I presume they were there, but he didn’t walk in the usual sense. He floated from one side of the hall to the other. It’s hard to explain. It wasn’t like he was flying, more the absence of walking.
The Woman by the Road – a short story
This story is based on events that happened to me many years ago, and would later be the inspiration for my first novel, Under the Black Sand. It was around an hour after midnight in late summer of 1988 when I drove out of the city to spend the weekend with my grandparents. They lived […]
The Sun that Shone like Eating Horses – a short story
Jim meets Jackie in Amsterdam in a confrontation that is nothing short of absurd, but then this story is AI generated.
Jim Darn was thinking about Jackie Doran again. Jackie was a cold-blooded angel with red hands and pretty fingernails.
What Have You Done, WordPress?
Twitter followers will be well aware that I’ve had some issues with FatCow hosting. They wouldn’t restore my data, they stalled at every opportunity until “the system” deleted the files. But there was hope. Archive.org’s WayBackMachine did have my site on file and I managed to copy my scribblings into a word processor. It’ll be […]
Keep Calm
Distractions. They are everywhere. They are the writer’s worst enemy. Someone said that genius was 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration. It’s all hard work and keeping at it. An updated version of this quote was that genius was 1% inspiration and 99% avoiding the Internet. Keep writing, they tell us. Write daily. But sometimes it’s […]
