The Heart In Winter
On Wyoming Street in the evening a patent Irish stumbled by, some crazy old meathead in a motley of rags and filthy buck-skin, wild tufts of hair sticking out the ears, the eyes burning now like hot stars, now clamped shut in a kind of ecstasy, and he lurched and...
Courting The Wild Twin
What is life like when you don’t know what it is you’re marrying? Harshly put, it implies you are naive. Gullible. Didn’t read that small print. A terrible deal occurs in the fairy tale The Handless Maiden, when a father barters away his daughter to a demon by not...
Case Study
I continued to pass my evenings in the parlour, but I had grown impatient with the drivel I read. There seemed no reason why I could not do better, or at least have a stab at doing so. I began to write little sketches of the characters I encountered at work. Then for...