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September 3, 2017

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It’s not here, read the sign. Large, white text on an off-shade of green. Underneath, italicized, was, in 8,000km not there either.

They had laughed about it, hard. They laughed and took photos, took selfies taking turns makin...

July 20, 2017


Town was quiet at night.

Set in the valley between two mountainsides – Whitemelt and Splitcliff – the town of Skm̓xist Pass attracted the winding highway for the town's weighstation between the Sm̓x̌ikn River and the train at Salmon Rail. Formerly a migratory camp the...

June 19, 2017

Morris is breathing too hard.

Everything in these woods with ears can hear her. Things without ears can hear her. This is not something she worries about.

There's a carcass on the hill, it is also listening. It is keen on the sound of life just out of its reach. Little s...

April 13, 2017

Fog rolled down the mountain. Clouds descending, snagging on tree tops like flannel on loose nails. Bowing didn’t know where she would find herself, but she hoped there would be a cache of hers nearby. This was her sole stray thought while in the fog she had before fai...

March 5, 2017

Worms was a small town. It was surprisingly sustainable for a town whose year-round population were artisans and craftmakers who had moved away from the high cost of living in Mainz and Strassel; and towards affordable studio space with community. And here Georgia had...

February 16, 2017

In the very least, he had cut his losses.

The worst case scenario had played out and Deiya was mostly alive, no longer on fire, and a moment away from reaming out anyone who dared a word in his direction. Deiya Nadine is done for today.

He is crowded in the back corner o...

January 15, 2017

Mrs. Morrison was too busy to die.

She was too busy being dead.

The ashes on Beau Morrison’s mantle were of Latisha Jardin, they whispered her name in the voice of her cremated wife every time she drew near. Her own, personalized siren song; beckoning her to succumb, to...

December 9, 2016

If anyone ever asked, June would rattle off the date of two day’s prior with a practised ease. Everyone, especially the older folks and the young folks not old enough to think beyond lessons of older folks – everyone asked. It was an automatic part of greeting one anot...

March 3, 2016

Morris is doing this wrong.

There no longer remains anyone to remind her of this fact. She had stopped caring some time ago.

The resulting cup of coffee was something described as ‘chunky’, but without supplies there weren’t many ways Morris could do this right. She sipp...

February 22, 2016

Bowing studied road rash with a hiss and trail of saliva hanging from her bloody lip. She did her best to keep her knee still while blood surfaced from the wide, deep scrape and ran down her calf.

It stung, in a numb way. And flexing felt like she was cracking her leg o...

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