Someone had let loose a ripe one. The air was thick with it. I looked out over the chaos and sighed, then set to work searching through the bodies for the culprit. “Whose child is this one?” I called out, swinging the offender through the air by his armpits, steaming buttocks as far from my … Continue reading Ella’s Party
The winters in Central Asia are piercing and bleak, while the sweating, foetid summers bring cholera, dysentery and mosquitoes, but, in April, the air caresses softly and the scent of all the flowering trees douses this city’s throat-catching whiff of cesspits. The Kiss, by Angela Carter It is a ghost city. For all the colourful … Continue reading Journeys
Reddit icon by http://noop.nl/ Reddit, the front page of the internet. Also, a great source of inspiration for writers. My favourite community on Reddit is Writing Prompts. Though I've only contributed four times in the past two years, it's still great to browse, read other people's writing and critiques, and fuel my desire to write. … Continue reading Writing Prompts
There was a dead cat in the washing machine. One surprised emerald eye stared out of the mangled, inverted face. Matted black fur speckled with dirty dried suds covered its other eye, and its absurd pink tongue lolled heavily out of its mouth. What the hell? I stepped a little closer to the partially open … Continue reading The Imp
The ancient mariner’s face was as scratched and weather-worn as the inn’s façade, like a creature fabricated from the building itself. Ink-stained skin hinted of stories both exotic and hazardous, of a life well-lived in the arms of his favourite mistress, the sea. From my perch I beckoned the gnarled innkeeper for a second ale, … Continue reading The Fisherman
EMMA LOUISE GILL 