My NaNoWriMo 2014

I sit down at the computer, coffee at the ready, my right hand man. I open my document, no longer blank, no longer waiting to be told what it is, what it’s going to be. 10,000 words stare back at me, waiting for more. A story is 50,000, 70,000, 90,000 brothers and sisters, crowding the … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Rusalka

She is beautiful – all dangerous things are. But she doesn’t mean to be – beautiful, or dangerous. She doesn’t mean to lurk below the surface of a turbulent sea, waiting for men to appear in their ships, or out on the pier at a deadly hour. She doesn’t mean to kill them, to watch … Continue reading