Crossing the Syrn

Here’s a story I wrote for our story group, it’s based in a world I created for a novel, but the short story takes place about 800 years before the events of the book. The genre for the month was ‘Legend’, so I really wanted to write a legend from one of my fantasy worlds,…

A Boy in Botai

A story for our group, genre: biography. Not sure how well this fits, but I’m pretty happy with how the story turned out. Most people who have fundamentally affected the entire human race are well known. Their names are embedded in time, known to generations of people. But others are not so lucky, and though…

Life on Mars

Another story I wrote for our group, genre: Mystery. Not sure if it really fits, but it was the best I could come up with. The broadcast came on, despite the numerous attempts to stop it. There were the familiar scenes, the steel corridors lined with decorations of the inhabitants, the bedrooms outfitted to reflect…

A World of Heroes

Wow, I have really fallen behind with this blog. The good news is, I have a ton of stuff to post here. The bad news is I probably won’t get around to doing it for a while, because I’m lazy and get distracted by things (like getting a new drawing tablet, which I’ll definitely write…

The First Snow of the Year

January’s theme was Holiday, so I wrote this story: It was the strangest assortment of animals. Grizzly bears sat silently next to mountain lions, who in turn ignored the herd of deer that stood calmly by the edge of the clearing. There were small animals too: foxes, pine martins, rabbits and voles. Birds lined the…

A Western Story

Here’s my take on a western, written for our short story group. It is called ‘The Man With No Face’  There are some people who are quite terrible at everything. Cole Lightfingers was one of those people. But there was one thing ‘Fingers was good at, and he had built his entire life around it.…

Historical Fiction!

Here’s the story I wrote for our short story group. Genre: historical fiction. I had just finished reading Margaret MacMillan’s wonderful book Paris 1919.  We were supposed to change the world. The winter sun shone brightly through a smattering of clouds, a promise of the spring to come. A spring of hope, after four years of…