Rynyalla - Stoneblood Tails

Rynyalla - Stoneblood Tails

“It’s time.” Stoneblood Tails, closing on seven feet tall, moved with a stiff, deliberate slowness. The dozen Coyotul of the warband followed him, and after a moment, so did the motley Skeleton Crew. Questioning glances moved between them as they followed at a respectful distance. Behind the fire crackled low, the leftover meat and drink of the feast lay where it had been left, and the quiet of the drifting wind played across the midnight sky.

Endless Horizons - Flatline: Childhood

Endless Horizons - Flatline: Childhood


“Give it back…”

“Make me!” It was like a scene out of those old movies. Some kind of after-school special. It would have been comical were it not him.

Tso faced off against Chet Thomlin and his five cronies. Chet was a full head taller than him, more muscular and with an angular, chiseled jawline that was uncharacteristic for 15. Chet was also holding onto his new Leonard-Gamlin Neurocomm.

“I’m not playing games, just give it back.” Tso sighed.

Drabble - Minimalism

I admire minimalism.
Minimalism.  I admire.
Admire I, minimalism.
Minimalism,  I.
I, minimalism.
Minimalism.

Writing Challenge - Joy

Writing Challenge - Joy

Tell a story. Five lines.
Dialogue only.

"Joy, are you there?"

"I just came by to talk. How is it going? How is everything?"

"It's nice here, and quiet. The kids are good, Blair is done school now, going backpacking across France soon."

"I sold that old quad, bought a new one. Grain's growing tall now. The days are warm. Ellie is learning to make pies."

"Joy? Are you there? I just came by to tell you that I still miss you."

Writing - Skytrain Gunfight in Two

Writing - Skytrain Gunfight in Two

“Take your shot.”

I stand on an empty train platform at 1 in the morning, having just exited the skytrain. My back is to a man who has been following me for the last seven stops, and the walk through downtown along West Georgia. He is in his late 30s, he has a non-descript backpack and a sling bag, black jeans, t-shirt and boots.

Life - Let's Go

Life - Let's Go

The night sky is open above my head. It stretches vast tracts above me, endless and uncertain. The wind calls, it picks up and holds me in her embrace. I am a lonely wanderer of the earth, but I am not alone.

Let's go.

Writing Exercise - The Belltower

Writing Exercise - The Belltower

The belltower was crumbling and wasting from disuse. Rotten timbers were strewn everywhere, the perhaps once-fancied idea of repairing the failing structure. Pigeons had taken to nesting in the eaves, vermin scurried underfoot, over it all was the pervasive fall of dust that clung to the surfaces like a lost lover. The rope to the bell-pull was long since gone, perhaps scavenged by some over-eager children for a new play-toy. The stairs rickety and unsafe to the rafter proper. But above it all, the bell. The bell, glorious thing, its brass had seen better days, and the clapper had some rust. But should it be rung, what a clear knell might sound over the abandoned city, consumed long ago by forest. What a clear kneel might sound.