A couple of months back, I made a little booklet of my illustrations for sale. There was a very limited number of copies – about 20 (due more to budget constraints than to exclusivity). I hope no one who paid for one feels cheated that I’m putting this online to share with the rest of […]

/ This is set in a world that was created by my friend Rei. If for some strange reason you’ve been paying close attention to the other things I post here, you may notice that the three characters in this piece have turned up before, but in a different world. They are also in a polyamorous […]

/ This is for a picture prompt given by Jasper over at The Critical Psychopath. I thought I’d try some first-person… Inconsistencies in the ‘accent’ are a combination of myself trying not to overdo it and the character trying to alter the way he normally speaks. / The picture: Midnight by Delano-Laramie * * * So […]

A flicker. Air bending and shimmering like it would in a heat haze. Then the blurry patch is gone and Dakin tears his eyes away from it, inwardly flinching at the bittersweet tug that reminds him of one thing, and one thing only. It had begun when he found a breach in the onion-peel layers […]

Soft rains fell over the town of Wingworth, soaking through the crisp early spring. The flimpod seedlings yawned and welcomed the unexpected blessing with simple-minded innocence, while their guardian put aside his watering can in favour of lounging on the porch, accompanied by a steaming pot of tea and the morning papers. He watched as […]

The old lady’s smile was a rubbery gash in her face, all pink and gummy and hiding a dark cavern behind the lack of teeth. “What’s this?” asked Whiff apprehensively as he poked at the moldy lump on the driftwood table between himself and the elderly merchant. She wheezed in his direction and it took […]

At the centre of the city was a swirling column of detritus from the war that raged throughout its streets. Before the bombs, there had only been leaves, for at the base of the vortex, visible through a perfectly circular hole cut into the stone, lay a familiar sight — the top view of the […]

Creaking of ancient wood, planks straining against nails. Paint peeling; gravity sending petals of faded cream cheese yellow fluttering down. Over mellow pastures, ending up as fertiliser, confetti, food for cows. The structure hangs. It was built not skyward, but from the overhanging edge of a cliff. Conical, narrow at the base and wide at […]

The old man stood by the window, impatiently tapping his fingernails against the wooden sill. They were kept rather long for a person in his line of work, but they were tough old nails that had only thickened as the years went by, worthy embellishments for his gnarled, callused hands. Despite their appearance, his fingers […]

You don’t daydream; you’re not the sort. But sometimes the teacup looks like a desert or a snow drift, blinding white. Doing divination with the tea leaves, there’s a city rising up from the bottom of the cup, and there are phantoms, and thieves abseiling down the porcelain. Splash. Kerplunk. You don’t meditate either, but […]