Fiction, and other made-up stories
Know what a factorial is? It’s a mathematical function often used in statistical representations, denoted by a ‘!’. That’s right, an exclamation mark. You writers out there, next time you end a statement or sentence with an exclamation mark, well, think on its other meaning. The way it works is that you take a number […]
The 80s were a strange decade. I think back on them as innocent and free, but that’s only because I wasn’t there. The 80s are the 50s of the second half of that century. One thing it had was a plethora of interesting music, set between the odd mix of progressive rock and disco from […]
Listen to me, butterfly. There’s only so much wine. —Phoebe Bridgers Sometimes, on a journey, you have no idea where you’re going. Those are the best types. I’ve promised myself that I won’t publish fiction on the blog anymore. Why? Because I got addicted to the instant feedback on my writing. I experimented, tried new […]
Happy to say that I’ve placed in Grain Literary Magazine’s Short Grain Contest. For me, this is a huge honour. Grain is a legendary magazine in my mind. The story is called Titan Arum. The name refers to something called the corpse flower. By all means, consider buying the issue or subscribing to Grain to […]
I was a healthy baby. No issues there. It’s when I grew older that I felt a corruption sinking into me. The need for money. For safety and security, to the exclusion of other people. I’ve tamped much of that. I try to help as much as I can. I work in a field committed […]
It’d be easy to kill him. You just wipe him away, and there he goes. Erase him, and call him something else. Give him a new voice. I’ve thought about doing that. Who am I, anyway? Writing, writing, writing, as though I’m good at it. Like I have a place in the world. I’ll tell […]
Sitting in the sunshine, listening to David Gilmour play a Kate Bush song. A dragonfly buzzes by. Hi, dragonfly. How are you? Leave me alone, I’m searching for a mate. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. You can use my lawn for breeding purposes, if you wish. I’m pretty sure some rabbits procreated on my grass. […]
It’s Fun Wordle is fun. Sex is fun. ‘nuff said. You Feel Compelled to Do It Every Day… …but this doesn’t mean that you have to. You want to have a go every single day, and there’s clearly opportunity for a fresh attempt, but there is only so much time, and you only have so […]
“I can take you at this counter,” says a woman to my wife. “We’re together,” I tell her. I take a credit card out of my phone case and wait to wave it over a handset as a cashier who looks like she’s a high school kid folds clothes and puts them in […]
