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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Candles – a short story
Ben kissed her on the cheek, slipped past her and into the kitchen. He returned with a large cake with candles lit. Francisca gestured him to quickly put the cake on the table and inhaled. Hesitated. This wasn’t right.
Verrader – een kort verhaal
De oude windmolen stond aan de andere kant van het dorp. Marloes volgde het pad, legde de fiets naast het hek. Zij trok een oud luik open en legde de wapens neer.
White Roses – a short story
The gate was open, and she entered the cemetery. New graves, old and overgrown. Names of couples that had insisted on being buried next to each other, children. People she didn’t know and would never get to know. Vera walked up a path towards a grave. Looked at the stone.
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.
Lucifer’s Boredom – a short story
The bells rung and Salvatore – that’s what he called himself these days – fixed his sleek black hair. One must look his best in front of the almighty. Sermon next Sunday, find your way in God, a poster by the entrance said. He stroked the benches with his fingers as he walked up the […]
Memory Lane
Verrader – een kort verhaal
De oude windmolen stond aan de andere kant van het dorp. Marloes volgde het pad, legde de fiets naast het hek. Zij trok een oud luik open en legde de wapens neer.
19 February 1916, 8:07 A.M. – a short story
The rain was pouring down, and I was cold, shocked and drained. An officer kicked me and called me a coward, pointed a rifle at me and told me if I didn’t get up he’d shoot me himself. I got up and aimed my rifle across no-man’s-land, fired in the general direction of the enemy.
During the Great War of 1914-1918, almost a thousand soldiers were executed for desertion and other crimes. This is for them.
HUNGER CITY – 2. We Are The Dead
Two days ago, I published the first part of a new series. Hunger City takes place in the dystopian world David Bowie created after being denied the rights to create a musical based on George Orwell’s 1984. Part two is named We Are The Dead. It is muttered by one of the characters. It is […]
1953 – een kort verhaal
Zaterdag 31 januari 1953 was een gewone dag. Storm werd verwacht, maar dat was niets bijzonders voor de tijd van het jaar. De donkere wolken zagen er stoer uit en we lachten erom.
Resurrected
My blog was hosted with FatCow, an American hosting provider. In September 2015, that all went wrong. The account was deleted after my partner which I shared the account with found discrepancies in how he was being charged. He did warn me that the account would go offline, but I was away at the time […]
Back Home?
Yesterday was a big day. After living in a kind of limbo for years, Under the Black Sand is finally home. Sort of. It has finally been translated into Icelandic. As some may know, it takes place in Iceland. It follows Iceland’s history from settlement to modern times, yet it was never available in the […]
The Girl from Nowhere – a short story
Business has been slow lately. It’s like nobody has affairs anymore or murders their spouse, loses their dog or gets bribed and needs a discreet way of getting rid of the kidnapper.
