AltFiction Gushery…
This past weekend I finally took the plunge and popped my con cherry at AltFiction. Re-locating this year from Derby to Leicester, under the management of the mighty Adele (@Hagelrat of twitter &… Read More
The note from Andreus unfolds in Rolf’s hand along well-worn lines of creasing, elegant as a fan. Margo and Moe see only the object; soft cream paper, made tan at the edges by… Read More
Sucked from the incoherent roar of the streets, the steamy interior of Randall’s is quiet as breath, enfolds Moe gently as arms. The musky scent of books is a balm to soothe the… Read More
Our Madrigals Winsome and graceless Bring seasons of fractured glass. In netted skirts Gaily whirling, our rose petal nipples Float adrift in a fleshy sea. Cock crows, crows shriek A cackle… Read More
The formation of nuns sweeps in low. Behind them the storm gathers, a bridal train of dark fury. The seven Sisters circle the bandits and a sweeping veil of storm traps them, like… Read More
The saw-edge screech of a lone crow razors the silence. Tangled in her hair from neck to ankles she awakes, screaming. Struggles violently in the dirt, fighting against the hanks of fine filaments… Read More
Bandits roar down the hillside, spew dust out behind, a yellow smog. Choke leans forward over the handlebars, grins around the stub of his stogie. The charm from the gypsy bangs against the… Read More