Seen from the glittering shores of the Southlands, Mt. Nanos looks peacefully majestic. But on a wild winter’s night it is far from this. It is a dark and hostile place where dread winds blow, and the route below is fraught with danger. The mountain marks a watershed between the inland climate which is temperate,... Continue Reading →
Chronicles of Lockdownia #7: Erasmus’ Castle
Our escape from the province of Quarantinia was made swiftly, and by night. We could not travel ostentatiously, for fear of drawing unwanted attention (nor would this have been possible, for Koronin has commandeered the Royal Coach for his own wicked use), but we did travel in relative comfort, for which I am thankful. The... Continue Reading →
Chronicles of Lockdownia #2: A Queen Under Pressure
Until very recently, the term 'under pressure' had meant something gruesomely literal to me. It is common practice within Lockdownia to 'press' miscreants with heavy stones laid upon the chest until they either confess their treacherous deeds, or give up the ghost. Under my rule, of course, such barbarism would not be tolerated. But the... Continue Reading →
The Friendly Face of Death: Flash Fiction
I was walking across town the other day when I saw him standing in a field on the outskirts: an old man, skin turned swarthy by decades-long exposure to the sun, sharpening his scythe. He turned and grinned a friendly, welcoming grin: he was waving to his neighbour across the road. Had it not been... Continue Reading →
Guest Post: Labor of Love by Laura Schmidt
Today, I'm very excited to bring you another wonderful short story from Laura Schmidt, creator of Voyage of the Mind. Visit Laura's newly revamped website for more short fiction and poetry, as well as many great factual pieces on topics ranging from ancient history to social media trends. There is something to delight every inquisitive... Continue Reading →
Story No.1
I found this scrawled into my copy of Joyce's Dubliners (one of the books I'd liberated from storage last weekend). I was immediately intrigued, because I couldn't remember writing it. It's not so much a story as a vignette, and I'm afraid it's not quite up there with Joyce in terms of literary merit. Still... Continue Reading →