It’s happening. Like I predicted. Mid-July. The excuse reason? I’ve officially started writing my Master thesis which means I cannot bring myself to write anything else (mostly because I cannot stand the sight of a blinking cursor without being filled with dread, and partly because I don’t have time to edit things I do write). … More fin.
To read Part I, click here. Excerpt: They converged on them slowly. The slight tremor in the air hinted at their number. Larger than he had ever encountered. Greater than the sum of his journeys across. They wanted the girl. Their greed trembled through the barren earth beneath their feet, lunged through the sky above their … More Week 15: The Reaper — Part II
The Reaper: Part 1 Excerpt: The first thing they notice about him is his height. The way it angles towards them in a soft arch –he is usually leaning-in during their first encounter. The second thing they notice about him is what they don’t. Or can’t. How their gaze slips every time it reaches for … More Week 14: The Reaper – Part 1
I arrived in Cologne (or Köln, as it’s called in German) after sunset and so, in many ways, my first steps on German soil were cloaked in darkness. It seems almost fitting then that the first words I heard outside the comforting blank walls of the airport were racial slurs telling me to go back. … More a meandering monologue about many things
Excerpt: The floor is grey marble speckled with some kind of black stone. I know because I have been staring at it for the past hour waiting for the airline crew to announce that my flight is ready for boarding. They are exactly thirty-three minutes late. I know because when I’m not staring at the … More Week 13: Adventures of a frequent flyer
I’ve had a busy week and even though I started two pieces, I couldn’t find the time to finish even one. So this week’s story is a blast from the past. This one landed me my first freelance writing gig (oh, what a short and uneventful two months those were) two years ago. Copy-pasted without … More Week 12: Colour
Excerpt: The butler did it. The fact that he did is so completely and utterly obvious, he might as well have traipsed around the detectives in a blood-soaked blouse with ominous music playing in the background and a dozen neon signs pointing at him from different directions. But this is a small town and you … More Week 11: Murder at Moody Manor