We moved our invalid, who really was very ill by this point, I was slightly surprised that the medic had not euthanized him but then I thought about her standing there in the tunnel awaiting our return with only a corpse for company and could see why she had not. The fact that none of […]
Sunday’s Moon (first published on Turquoise Monster) Sunday’s Moon bulldozes the weekend, violently dragging the week with it Monday’s Moon sips coffee forlorn at the week ahead Tuesday’s Moon serrinades Wednesday in a cheerful sort of way Wednesday’s Moon consumes pizza whilst trying to share with the rest of the week Thursday’s Moon sits in […]
I found another wonderful album for writers to have a look at – this one is called Places You Wont Believe Actually Exist.
She dances to twist the clouds of aether, to tie the ribbons of creation, looping and swerling. She paints the moon with silver thread, flaring from her head, her skirt a crimson undulation will birth planets and stars in it’s unraveling. She is the dancer dashing this way and that, kinking the ribbons in mid […]
Jasper was a mole, a small velvety mole, his fur was not as dark as the others, he was twilight to their midnights and they never let him forget it. Moles aren’t exactly sociable in the first place but when you grow up being called the velvetine ghost and having your worms nicked off of […]