Jan 2020 – Autumn Eternal Fiction

Scheherazade

In some ways I am luckier It is not every night I must Distract a glut’nous mind with what Few dreams I have to spare I try to picture daily dread Imprisoned in those perfumed silks Awaiting night, and knowing I Must lay my soul to bare For her a lord whose mercy came WhenContinue reading “Scheherazade”

The Mermaid and the Horizon

‘‘Tell me about the mermaid again, Grandpa.’’ According to her mother, Lucy tells everyone she meets about me. Just like that. She’ll just walk up and say “Hi, my name’s Lucy, and my grandpa’s Theodore Flint.” Everyone in the city knows the name, of course. They know the stories, just as she does. Captain Flint,Continue reading “The Mermaid and the Horizon”

Denouement

it is finally quiet the form on the floor that is for now still alive wonders when its world was last free of noise at its sides blood is pooling to meet chalk outlines not yet drawn and above it the ceiling light is unyielding and impossibly bright moments ago before the other left soContinue reading “Denouement”

Song of the Magpies

It’s only when the gunfire and shouting has become distant, with the battle’s dead left to the quiet and the crows, that we make our move. Soap is first, dropping straight from his perch in the tree’s tallest branches and rolling when he lands. After a few glances around he looks back up at us.Continue reading “Song of the Magpies”

Nicholas Bell is Writing

And no one knows how to stop him. So here it is. I’m going to write. In public. Why not? For the handful of friends reading this first post, hi. This is what I do in my spare time. For any strangers who happen along down the line, welcome. My name is Nicholas and IContinue reading “Nicholas Bell is Writing”