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She stood at the front of the class, waiting to be introduced, though 'thrown to the lions' would have been more accurate. She had shoulder-length hair which was thick and cut without care, dry at the ends and mousy brown. Her frame was thick also, and her gait awkward. In short, she didn't stand a... Continue Reading →
Why fade these children of the spring? born but to smile & fall. Ah! Thel is like a watry bow. and like a parting cloud. ... Continue Reading →
She is coiled, tense like steel, before it was ever forged in the minds of men. She bites her tail, symbolising eternity. For an eternity she has been here waiting, and is waiting, still. She has been here far longer than mankind, and this alone would be reason enough to blame her. Her skin is... Continue Reading →
I used to turn heads, when I was younger. Sometimes I even stopped traffic. Every building site I passed would elicit a course chorus of wolf-whistles and catcalls. Now I have a different power, to turn. I used to be always out in the sun, loved the feeling of its warm rays on my bare... Continue Reading →
To my Dear Descendants, You cannot be my direct descendants, I accept that. Most likely you are the descendants of some unholy coupling between a giant cockroach and the last President of the United States. For this, you have my sympathy. I wanted to tell you about the world as it is now, in the... Continue Reading →
I. The Walk Here the Solway, in its sweep towards the sunset and the Irish sea, begins to widen. Here the sky is an impermeable grey, the gently rolling slopes of Criffel, on the far side of the bay, etched in high contrast to the cloud. Silloth is a town perpetually looking back, as if... Continue Reading →
I caught the train by seconds that morning. My sister was already on board.I missed the train by seconds that morning. My sister was already on board. ‘We will meet for lunch after the interview,’ we agreed, as we pulled out of the station.‘We will meet for lunch after the interview,’ we agreed over the... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 