storm clouds
Mnemonic, Photography

Storm clouds

This wasn’t some passive summer zephyr. No gentle breezes to ruffle our beach blankets, and tease the canvas umbrella. It was a tempest moving quickly towards shore. A broken bar code of rain tumbled headlong across the horizon. Fishing boats struggled through the onslaught of boiling waves, rocking precariously upon the breakers. Frantic schools of… Continue reading Storm clouds

alien graffiti
100 Word Challenge, Flash Fiction, Mnemonic


I was a youngster when they returned, with their massive airships and mind-boggling technology. They promised to depart their knowledge to us. They promised prosperity, they promised an end to disease and disability. What they didn’t tell us was at what cost - total domination. What they didn’t expect was how advanced we became during… Continue reading Xenophobia

warning sign
Flash Fiction, Mnemonic

Proceed with caution

He should come with a warning sign. As a necessary providence, there should be a barrier of yellow caution tape cordoning off access from unwitting females so they can’t get too close. His charisma is a malignant contagion, casing a pall of invisibility over everyone around him. His endless need for attention an all consuming… Continue reading Proceed with caution

backlit leaf, vein detail
Inspiration Monday, Mnemonic, Photography

Backstories and foreshadows

Coursing through my veins, a pulse that throbs to the point of pain, is this need to purge the words inside my head. Lit from within, they boil and churn, sometimes in a coherent rhythm, sometimes in a vortex of confusion and madness. Unbidden, they emerge as fully formed creatures, with backstories and foreshadows. They… Continue reading Backstories and foreshadows

broken car mirror
Flash Fiction, Light and Shade, Mnemonic

She’s got the touch

He hated calling her, but his captain liked the good press she brought the department when solving difficult cases. He couldn’t deny she got results, but it confounded him how she did it. He was follow-the-rules analytical, black and white, right and wrong. She went into the in-between, walked in the creases where light was… Continue reading She’s got the touch