THE MOON IS A GHOST

Yo I’ve got concerns about these parking spaces. Someone’s moving my car at night. It was between the lines when I left it but in the morning it was on top

Surprised muttering rippled through the tent. As the private, barely concealing his trepidation, strode past Carlyle, the field psych said: ‘He’s in the mess. Starting a fight.’ The wail of the storm

The field psychologist shouted over the blizzard: 'You're gonna die.' He jabbed a finger at the three of them in turn. 'You, and you, and you.' Their grins were resolute. Desperate.

Hey. Muse, hey. Get up. Come on, there’s a blagothing. No, like today. Let’s experiment: I’ll keep the same blagoschedule (a thing each weekday), but leave the apocalypse engine offline

This lake has no bed. It sits at the heart of the woods like a mirror laid flat between the trees, and this man has been staring out across it for hours, not

Ramble Wallis swept the park bench free of broken glass, sat upon it, and said, ‘The town’s dead, captain. So that’s your problem.’ The captain: a worn, crease-faced fellow with white

AM I RIGHT So I kind of cheated a bit, but evidence suggests that this blog has survived another blagofest. I don't think anybody's still reading along with this but if you are

‘I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation,’ said Tallow, who was standing on the ceiling. Mantle clambered in over the doorframe. A climbing tether coiled out of her harness

Really just an opening, this one—dunno whether I'll pursue it. ~ When Mrs Wense died we buried her in the field around the house where the ghost lived. A wall of rain and

Shadows of hunched figures brushstroked the ground around the campfire, but no bodies sat there. Leaves crunched. The shadows stilled. It was hard to tell if they had turned to look because their

The corruption began at the airport. My luggage rattled along behind me and my pack made my lower back ache. I squinted up at the signage and saw the directions for Fatal 4.

They live in mirrors. There's one now, look at him striding, his clean black suit and the pressed button shirt that hardly creases when he walks and the tie, that slim inky pencil

Okay, for the sake of my own sanity I'm going to put this on hold while I'm overseas. I get back on the 7th of September and my remaining week of Blaugust (???) posts

The magician’s tower toppled so slowly that it changed tenants a dozen times before it hit the dry earth and shattered. By the time of its last such tenancy, the tower was

WINSTONE RESIDENCENCE SECURITY SY/SS?STEM LOG WARNING: Service due since 5/5/39! 22/3/41 13:48:11 Unregistered visitor entered front porch sensor region. Greeting: A very good day to

A horse whinnied. My eyes blinked open. His pack was slumped heavy behind the saddle. The shift of fabric as I pushed aside my blanket. The horse stirred. Shh, I whispered. Shh, now.

‘That’s just what he said, is all.’ I held his gaze a while. The watchman became uncomfortable and went back to watching the lamplighter. I thought about killing him. Hatred boiled over

The wind howled between the crenellations. It bit through the watchman’s uniform I’d stolen. We watched the unlit lanterns in the streets below, the other imposter and I, and waited for

The thrill intoxicated me. What began as a hesitant probing for truth became a drunken and hungry thing, a fever stoked by the rumours I spread. It gave me power over the others.

Kestral. Slaketown. Wendel’s March. A heavy parcel wrapped in leathers. Words whispered in town squares. I slipped a note under a gravedigger’s door, I dimmed the lantern as arranged when from

Dice clattered. The islander rumbled in his islander’s accent, thick syllables and drawling vowels. ‘The Margravine’s desperate, sending her dogs this far west.’ I’m only here to roll dice, I

He came with the rain. A thousand fingers scuttled over the canvas and the wind blew warm with the memory of day. I shivered awake. We always imagine ourselves watched; in my long

A post in the Grand Battle over on WWN. ~ Engraved stone unwound, pillars pinched and smoothed out into stalagtites, and as Archaela spoke Sine realised everything she had done had been discarded and