Fiction Writing
Jimmy shook his head as he saw the kid walking up to the gym through the deep snow. 'You didn't have to come in today, kid. No one else did.' 'Weather's not gonna stop me.' He walked off to get changed. 'You know Rocky was made up, right?' Jimmy called after him. Jimmy had seen … Continue reading BELIEF
'Completely self-sufficient,' he boasted. 'The wind turns the mill and powers the dynamo at the back to produce electricity.' 'And the garden provides food?' 'Absolutely.' 'Won't they come and steal from your garden at night?' 'That's what I use the walkway for,' he pointed up at the platform that circled the windmill halfway up. 'Stand … Continue reading NIGHTSTALKERS
Finally he came upon a path. He had no idea how long he had been wandering lost in the forest. At first he had stumbled blindly, with no sense of direction. Then slowly, gradually, he had begun to figure out a way to get through the tangled web of roots and foliage and trees. Now … Continue reading PATHFINDER
Dusk, the start of the night shift that no one wants to do. Bálint watches the sun dip down across the river, it's reflection glinting off the water. A week of this to come before he returns to the lazy day shift, relaxing in the warmth of the summer days. In most places, the darkness … Continue reading DUSK AT THE BORDER
She had withered over the cold winter. The gradual process of ageing had taken its final undignified collapse. Francis wheeled her mother outside into the garden, where the morning sunshine had evaporated the dew and birdsong brought promise of the arriving spring. As the rays of light beamed over the frail figure, the hunched back … Continue reading WITHERED ROSE
