Fiction

Pauline and Jess at Sunset

WD / September 17, 2022

An excerpt from a short story.

WD / March 21, 2022

And the people in the streets below
Were dancing round and round,
And guns and swords and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground.

WD / June 29, 2021

Rot in hell, you old bastard. Also, happy birthday. I hope you choke on a piece of cake and die.

WD / June 17, 2021

Spiders, cicadas, millipedes, butterflies…they’re always locked in a life-or-death struggle, but they’re much more innocent than we humans.

WD / March 24, 2021

I am alone now, but I was alone even when they lived here by the thousands, so I am used to the experience.

WD / November 12, 2020

Every life ends, Samuel, so your average plonker spends theirs in fear.