Sunday, 22 February 2015

If I Lay Here (Fiery Verse)

If I lay here,
Would my world
Become a universe
Possible histories,
Infinite in
Beyond me?

Monster That Haunts (Killer Poets)

Look deep into
The maw
Of the monster
That haunts
You Shadowed;
Greet the sharp teeth
Before it's chasm throat
With a kiss.

Ahem! (Publication Announcement)

I'm really pleased to be able to confirm that my story "Put Your Lights On" is available (to read for free) in the February 2015 The Sirens Call eZine "Whispers In The Dark", which also celebrates Women In Horror Month.  I'm extremely lucky that this is my third publication with the eZine and that the story was accepted for this issue particularly.

Saturday, 7 February 2015

Ring of Fire Award (Flash! Friday Fiction)

Having posted consecutively over the past three weeks at Flash! Friday, I've successfully obtained the new and super sparkly "Ring of Fire" badge as a reward for my efforts.  It seemed appropriate to celebrate that with a blog post to commemorate the occasion!

A World of Words (Last Line First)

Murad’s eyes are anticipation – his mouth reconstructing the merest remnants of the stories as he steps beyond Neolexia’s haphazard turrets, piled paper high.  Words whisper upon his ears as he walks between a set of shelves; searching beyond their reaches.  Half-recollected, half-misremembered – a kaleidoscope of letters drip freely from his lips as he salivates, moving deeper towards the centre of the construct. Vowels and consonants are crisp curlicues winding themselves about his tongue as he moves further in; hoping to hold them in his head.  Sharp and sweet by turns, they settle onto the fungiform papillae; a teasing ephemeral tickle – before burrowing beneath.  Murad exhales, eyelids fluttering. Casting himself carelessly backwards, he is cushioned amidst sestina, tristich and recueillement, carefully woven and tacked together – held in place by their lines  



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Words work once more upon him.

Murad stirs as blank spaces begin to form where words once danced and dwelt.  Slowly – reluctantly - he raises himself from the hardwood floorboards, blinking.  He knows he will return again, though he cannot say why.  The words he would search for are elusive; nonextant.


This one was written for a new flash fiction prompt - Last Line First - which encourages people to write based on a closing line as the original inspiration for their new piece.  No prizes as such - just a great excuse to write a piece of flash of up to 200 words.

I set out consciously wanting to write something connected to the concept of words and synaesthesia within this piece.

Thursday, 5 February 2015

Never Lasting (Fiery Verse)

They were
Never lasting;
Left wanting
In the wake,
With their remnants
Each other.

By Dark (Heart Soup)

By dark
They lure
Sleepers unaware
Into disaster;
Pillows bereft,
Leaving warm dents
Where bodies lay -
No more.

A Universe Emerging (Fiery Verse)

Transient words root,
Shaped into sentience
- A universe
As sentences

Dare To Demand (Fiery Verse)

No choice;
They cannot resist
Those who walk
Paper worlds -
Who dare to demand
Their existence
Beyond imagining.