The Troll Beneath the Bridge

The Troll Beneath the Bridge

There was once a troll whose name nobody could remember, for he has been born long before the people had arrived, when their little … View Post
The Visit

The Visit

The visit from my sister looks like this: Through the door, here she comes. Boots treading mud into the new rug. “It’s dry,” … View Post
British Holiday

British Holiday

Let me tell you how to have a British holiday. It should rain every day. Forget your umbrella though, and leave the car window … View Post
Wednesdays

Wednesdays

Palm comes crashing down onto the table as you thrust your papers into my face. “What is this?” you demand, spitting in your fury, … View Post
The Man at the Station

The Man at the Station

I see your legs bent and broken, and I think: Thank God I can still walk. Thank God I can run, if I wanted … View Post
Little Terrors

Little Terrors

Writing, and rewriting, scenes about monsters seemed like a good idea at the time.  But now, lying in the dark, duvet pulled up past … View Post
Elegy for a Dead World: Dear Marta

Elegy for a Dead World: Dear Marta

I recently started playing a fantastic game for writers called Elegy for a Dead World.  It plays like a scrolling platform game, but there … View Post