Hi! It’s good to be writing a little blog again. Is it obvious I’m not good at blogging? Holy crap right? I’ve not done much here but it’s been a year on and there’s a good couple of you who are interested enough in my work to stick around. So I’m crazy thankful. Trust me, … Continue reading Ramble: 1 Year Later.
The noise rang out into the night. Every lurking shadow, rabid dog and man with a need to heavy his purse would be looking for the noise maker.
The rolling wind blew through the three inch opening in the window. Forehead cold against the glass. The bitter summer rain lashed against the concrete streets. A party of six darted from tree to tree to the houses across the street, faint laughs growing fainter. The sky had turned a blue grey in the late afternoon more saturated into the night.
Bertram carried his box through the courtyards of Hollow Alley. He whistled his song as he did every day. His smile seemed to light up the street. The debris and dirt had been swept into any available gap.
The Fence laughed for minutes, paused to hiccup and kept laughing. The Fence held a hand towards the roof to borrow air from ghosts. The Thief sported a shiny new bruise on his cheek bone.
I've not blogged in a while or written a short story. Aside from Thieves and Locks. Something I'm actually proud of, which is weird for me. I wanted to blog to give myself something to do. It's currently four in the morning here and I'm doing a full plot summary of my fantasy novel. The … Continue reading Ramble: On track to be on track
Dagger in hand, The Thief was ready to strike. The boot clattered against the wall behind him. The thick limbs of The Thief dashed across the room, into the bright and carpeted hallway and into the nooks of the home
Sunset was on them and the cool wind had started to nip at Tomo’s ears. Summer was long in Tomlin and didn’t let up its heat until at least eight. Neither Tomo or Reggie were happy but Craig had a problem with having either of them about. Tomo’s phone was plugged into a portable charger … Continue reading Cases of Arin: Monday Blues Murderer. – Part 2.
Hi there! I thought the title was fitting for my overly moody looking blog. So! I've not written anything that's been posted in a while. Avoiding sunlight, the heat and neglecting my exercise regime leaves with a lot of time to do nothing.
There was a crack when he hit me. There was something alien about the way he twisted his arm. This was how I started the afternoon that changed my life.