"The trick, my friend," The Illusionist once told me, "Is to always let them think they've seen you three times. They stop looking after that." Despite having been told this, I could never spot how he did it. I knew the Great Lafayette better than most and I could never tell the difference between the real… Continue reading The Final Illusion
She stood on the shore and watched a star fall down from the heavens towards her. The closer it came, the smaller it got. It burnt brighter as it entered her atmosphere and then dimmed. She almost lost track of it altogether until she heard the thud of it landing in a sand dune behind… Continue reading Written in the Stars
I don't hear things like you do. I hear them in colours. It doesn't quite translate the way you think. White noise tends to be a little pink. Finding white noise that is purely white is as difficult as finding untouched snow in a playground. There's too much going on these days- too many radio frequencies, too… Continue reading Black Noise
The key is kept in the dead man's grasp. That was it. That was all I had. A clue whispered to me through breaks in a fever dream. I held on to it tightly. I repeated it to myself over and over so it would not slip away. I had been aware of someone in my room- a dark… Continue reading Dead Man’s Grasp
The fairground is nearly empty when you arrive. You pass tired children, drooped in their parents' arms and insisting (between yawns) that they're not tired and they can do just five more minutes. You step over candyfloss wrappers and coffee cups. It smells like burnt popcorn and roasted almonds. Some of the rides have shut… Continue reading Fortune Teller
At night the sea matches the sky. Clear midnight skies mean calm inky waters, a still blanket of stars beneath the heavens. Stormy skies mean turbulent seas, high winds tussling with high waves. The Lighthouse Keeper sees it all. She lives in circular walls. In the evenings she sets a mug down on her round… Continue reading Lighthouse Keeper
A wisp of smoke in the pitch black. It rises up from the ground and curls, like a incandescent snake climbing towards the moonlight. From its base, cracks of crimson shoot out towards you. You stop... in case the ground is about to fall apart. You know you should run, but your hammering, awe-filled heart keeps you to rooted to the… Continue reading The Middle of a Vanishing Act
'Twas the night before NaNoWriMo and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The writing desk by the window was tidied with care, In hopes that inspiration soon would be there; Characters were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of plotlines danced in their heads. The characters were so quiet,… Continue reading NaNoWriMo Eve
She got to the station at 11.58 PM. She realised as she blinked at the electronic clock on the wall that she hadn't even considered the possibility that there wouldn't be any trains running at this time of night. She'd just packed up and stormed out. There was nobody around for her to ask, the station was empty-… Continue reading Lunar Express
Throwback to an older post because I’m too tired and full of the cold to write a new one today.
He emerged from the shadows. A streetlight shone down on him, turning his blonde hair into a halo and forming a pool of ethereal light at his feet. His piercing green eyes spoke directly to her heart. She was instantly enamoured. Love at first sight.
He smiled and she felt warm. He beckoned her over, towards the light. She went without question, amazed he’d noticed her at all.
She stepped in to the light around him. His outstretched hand turned in to a claw. He scooped out her eyes. And love at first sight became the last thing she ever saw.
There is a city that can only be found by those who are truly lost. It starts in your soul, a tiny pin-prick of pain that you don't notice until it spreads through your veins in to your heart. Your body feels wrong and your thoughts are heavy, numb. Everything around you is hazy- like… Continue reading The Lost City