• Go get ’em, Tiger (a #weekendfreewrite)

    A burning question began to grow stronger in my heart day by day. “Is there anything missing…” I sighed, looking around at my squalid loungeroom of despair, my crotchety kitchen of corrosiveness, and then out the window at the brown grass, trees, and sepia sky. There was plenty missing. For one, a nice placed to live would be lovelier than this ramshackle mess. For two, perhaps somewhere nicer than… here. Where was ‘here’, anyway? I’ve been here for so long and sometimes I don’t even remember where I am or how I came to be here. Does that make me crazy, or just a mere hint of the mad? I…

  • Through Darkest Night… (a creepy Christmas carol)

    Through darkest night, baubles of silver they gleam, Ten golden baubles shine by moonlight. Hidden within every corner does stand, Strange spruce emanating deepest fear, deepest fright. The people; they ignore, they cheer and they wrap. The spruce; they stand in despair, Dressed in artificial shrouds of red and green, The people lark and make merry; no care. Not one living soul recalls that night long past, The witch, how he crouched by shadow in deep night, Clothed in red and disguised by shocking white beard, Within each tree was transferred most mocking plight. He cackled with glee, a throaty, “Ho ho ho!” His clawed hand delivered an elven soul…

  • Hyacaine (a #weekendfreewrite)

    The entire village was outside, waiting for the expected sign in the sky. It came every six months, without fail, but this time it was different. Marie stood and watched, alongside the rest of the impatient villagers, tapping her foot to and fro in time with the drumbeat. The musicians were playing, the drums thumping louder and louder into her soul, twisting and intertwining within her thoughts, the thudding bass reverberating against her blood. It was time. But, it was not. It was happening. But was it? A dull red glow manifested just beyond the horizon… was this what they were waiting for? A golden glow was supposed to form,…

  • The End is Nigh! (a five-minute #freewrite)

    “The end is nigh!” “The end is already here, you numbskull.” The sky darkened further, fiery debris whizzing through the air akin to an angry goblin juggling a thousand fireballs. “No, no. It’s still nigh. We’re not dead yet.” A juggling fireball zoomed over Josh’s head, setting his hair alight. He screeched and dunked his head into the broken water jug that lay conveniently within head-flinging reach. I raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?” Smoke sizzled from the waterjug and Joey whipped back upright, shaking what remained of his hair back and forth like an overzealous pup. “We’re not dead yet,” he repeated, a grin firmly fixed to his…