Next stop on the blog tour – with thanks to Writing Forums. Loved this conversation about drafting (**shudders**), axolotls, and recent reads that have blown my mind.
Check it out here. Then go follow them on Twitter at @WritingForums.
From the briefest burst of flash fiction to the stately novella, there is something about the short (and not so short) story that is perfectly suited to the dark and the weird. The best of them are incandescent, flaring brightly within our darkest spaces, burning shadows onto our vision that change how we see the world, see ourselves.
The list of my favourite short dark stories could have been much longer, but here I’ve chosen seven that made a deep and lasting impression on me. Stories that still burn brightly inside me, even years after I first read them…
Read the full article at T Kent’s blog. Then go follow her on Twitter at @TKentWrites.
This interview with Magic of Wor(l)ds was a blast! We talked about Roald Dahl, the seething terror of existence, and why I’d invite Merrikat Blackwood over for tea…
Check it out here. Then go follow them on Twitter at @MagicofWorldsBE
I had a lot of fun doing this interview with B for Bookreview. Check it out here.
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They were somewhere between LAX and Sydney, way out over the Pacific Ocean, when the plane hit rough air. The boys were both asleep, finally, and Karen lay in a waking doze, drained of all energy yet too wired to submit to sleep.
It was a relief to see them unconscious. They’d been awake so long, passed through so many time zones, that both boys had lost it completely. They had become so feral that even the endless loop of movies and TV no longer subdued them. But now Dylan was curled beside her with his head in her lap, snuggled under the airline blanket, one small, sock-less foot poking out from beneath. Torin lay rigid as a plank, mouth wide, with his head against the window-blind. The arm of Karen’s seat was up and dug painfully into her shoulder with the sudden dip and shudder of the plane.
Karen had never before confessed this to herself, but she was terrified of flying. For the sake of the boys, she had pressed down her true feelings, wore a brave expression she hoped concealed how tightly she gripped the armrest as the plane peeled from the runway, how her belly churned each time, as now, they hit a bad patch of turbulence…
Read more in the anthology Gorgon: Stories of Emergence, edited by Sarah Read. Illustrations by Carrion House.