The little that I know about my father’s history as a sailor boils down to this: there are things I will never know, and for that I should be grateful. His words, not mine. He seems to think I’m not capable of fully comprehending the things he’s done. Well, perhaps that’s true, but I would … Continue reading Writing Exercise: Storytime
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Writing Exercise: The Sea of Antiquities
Mediterranian Sea - 1793 (approx.) I often wonder if living humans realize the wealth they have amassed at the bottom of the ocean. None of which was intentional, certainly, or perhaps was made by some kind of madman, but I never cease to be amazed by the items long forgotten (thus dredged up by … Continue reading Writing Exercise: The Sea of Antiquities
Writing Exercise: Bathroom Break
Location Unknown - 1825 (approx.) It would've been so much easier to have been born a boy, but as I watch Curly take a piss over the port side, I am glad I am a woman in every way that counts. If only common courtesy and self-awareness were God-given gifts to every man and … Continue reading Writing Exercise: Bathroom Break
This is a Book: Chapter Twenty-Three
The Forest of Hands and Teeth The inside of the castle dungeons are more than cold, they’re freezing, and there’s little question of why. The entire thing is made of ice, thick layers of the stuff on the walls, on the floor, on the black and gray cell doors. Spiny fingers of deep blue, frozen … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter Twenty-Three
This is a Book: Chapter Nine
And Then There Were None The street vendor pays no attention to Mary’s hands as she swiftly plucks a copy of today’s newspaper from the stack on his cart and tucks it under her jacket. He can’t, he’s too busy staring at her chest. Dirty rat. While he’s distracted, I smear a mark onto the … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter Nine
This is a Book: Chapter Five
Treasure Island My trudge back to the pirate ship is a long one. The wind whips sharply through the empty, cobblestone alleys, and I swear I can feel its cold bite against my skin. I know that can’t be true, it must be in my mind, but for a moment it’s almost as if I’m… … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter Five
This is a Book: Chapter One
Time Stops for No Mouse A body was found floating in the Thames River this morning among the litter. The local police say it’s nothing—a tourist who had too much to drink and a very poor ability to swim—but we locals know different. No man goes swimming at night, not with the bitter London chill … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter One
Ultimately Useless Stories 