If I’m starting at the beginning- and, after all, all good stories start from the beginning- then this story begins with a funeral.
Category: short stories
Of Childhood and Chilis
It was a bright, hot day in August. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and our fathers were outside- cursing violently at the cherry tree. I was sitting at my family’s dining table with Jack, my friend and neighbour, the two of us conversing with the blistering wisdom unique to nine year olds. … Continue reading Of Childhood and Chilis
the story of Clarke, part 2
‘You’d think,’Anthony thought to himself, ‘that the news of a superpowered, radioactive monster destroying a multi-billion dollar campus would draw a little more interest.’
Centrolenidae (or the story of Clarke, part 1)
I was going to make the grant committees rue the day that they rejected my proposals, was going to make the Ivy League wish that they had accepted me for my undergraduate. I was going to be a supervillain, dammit, and I would be feared by all.
Tapestry of Tales 