Scraps! This page is a collection of various small one-off writing projects of mine – poetry, flash-fiction, badly-opinionated essays, and the like. It’s an unorganized collection, but hopefully you’ll find something interesting to read. It may be titled “scraps” but that doesn’t mean garbage!
Updates randomly. I have been attempting to clear out my ‘drafts and ideas’ folder, and as I sift through my files I hope to clean up and publish the worthwhile scraps with some regularly. But no promises!
New Story, and the State of Things
I thought I’d make a blog post to give a general status/life update, but the main thing I want to do is advertise a new short story I’ve written, available now. This is my first experiment with publishing something I could, conceivably, receive financial compensation for. There’s the link above. That’s An Average Sortie. Inspired…
Pot of Bones
(excerpt from a half-remembered dream) Said the Stranger: “Here we are making the Stew of the Ideal World.” And as he spoke a parade of men emerged from the mist of the woods. They came in twos and threes, they came by the dozen, they came by the hundreds. I saw a Tsar in his…
Close Encounters of the Fey Kind
I was but a wee tot when I first watched Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Less than ten, I believe. I don’t remember much of that first viewing, and what I do remember has been jumbled up and confused with a lifetime of parody and homage. I don’t think I was much taken by…
Justice Sat Beneath the Tree of Fire
Justice sat beneath the Tree of Fire and contemplated existence. Each leaf upon the tree was living tissue paper, so thin and delicate that the merest concentration or focus of the sun’s rays was enough to conflagrate the wispy leaves, turning them to brilliant ash. Justice studied the leaves as they were caught in the…
Metatext and Playdead’s INSIDE
I recently played the 2016 video game INSIDE and, after finishing, immediately scoured the internet for answers. What I found was mostly disappointing. So here are my thoughts! WARNING: SPOILERS BELOW While I did discover a plethora of conjecture on the nature of the zombies, the world, the facility, the sirens, and so on, there…
When the moon fell to earth
When the moon fell to earth many were surprised to find it no bigger than a garbage truck. It rotated slowly over Manhattan, emitting a dull, ominous hum, occasionally pausing over Central Park, or Fifth Avenue, seemingly intent on touring the entire city. “This,” people agreed, “is just a little bit odd. We expected the…
Village Daughter: Cup of Tea
Isa Kudo stood in the medicine hut and fumed. She had been called before Otako, great Medium of the village, who spoke for Artart. Otako sat Isa down at a wicker table and took her place across from the younger girl. “Today I will impart a spiritual lesson to you, willful daughter, village miscreant, black…
Sidd’arak Learns to Breathe
One morning, as he sunned himself on his favourite rock, occasionally snapping at the bugs as they crawled along the roots of the mangrove trees, Sidd’arak realized that he was terribly, deathly bored. And so, as he often did when he was bored, Sidd’arak decided to visit Man’s hut. Sidd’arak stood, yawned, and spread his…
Village Daughter
The people of the village often called Isa ‘willful’ and she took this as a mark of pride. To be willful was to be strong. But the villagers also meant it as a small jab towards Isa’s father, it was their way of suggesting he had been lax with her discipline. Hua knew this to…
The Waves
“When I was a child,” the Knight began, “that is—I used to live on an island, by the shore. Whenever a storm came, the ocean would churn and crash against the seawall, and from my tower, I would stare out the window and watch the waves come in. I remember—there was this old man, a…
Crosstown Gate 
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