In case you're wondering
I do prose too. And it's short
Hey!
If you’re a fan of short prose, here’s something you might like.
First, there’s…
Shplenderghast Chronicles
Our guy Blinge and his numerous adventures:
The Earl of Somethingquite
Once, in the course of his journeys, Blinge stumbled upon a manor house, quite overgrown. Ivy covered most of its walls, and those unconquered by it, were obviously lost in a bet with wild grapevine.
Blinge's failed romance
Blinge was a romantic. In hiding. Hiding so well in fact, that he had almost forgotten he was one. Since he became a tradition hunter (A culture analyst, officially, although it didn't look like it), romance was out. Of question, scope, proportion and mind. But sometimes, when he returned home to his dusty apartment in 78, 67786 BC Nocturnal street, nos…
The temples of Shh'lorth
The temple stood at unreasonable height of 75 1/45 double bent giraffes. Blinge wasn't ready for such a feat, but he bravely mastered the subtle art of staircrawling.
For those, who enjoy darker twists:
Michael
Hey there. My name is Michael Riordan. I see my name doesn't ring a bell, and it's probably for the best-but i have to tell you that I've spent most of my life writing books. More than 20 novels of mine have graced the shelves of bookshops worldwide, and I was a consistent, stable, successful author - at least I was praised as such.
Wrap'n'Turn
He had this rule. More like a tradition, or a sort of ritual -every third Sunday would be a knitting sunday. Prior to that, he'd prepare. He'd go to his local yarn store, and pick some soft, fluffy yarn with the pattern in mind, of course. He'd remember it by heart, as always, from the materials section to the last stitch, and he would never get anythin…
There’s also the Lord George stories:
The Rose of Lord George
When the only daughter of Lord George and Lady Constance was born, all the roses were in full bloom. It was either a coincidence, or the well-planned, cold blooded revenge of the gardener who was let go two days before her ladyship went into labor. He was an odd fellow, that sallow-faced northener, and the mere sound of his voice made Lady Constance c…
And something miscellaneous:
Goblin King's child
They say, the goblins took her. Down, down, down, over and out, they led her away from the mortal world.
la voce dell'angelo
Watch me sing, you, fools. Ludicrous, pompous, arrogant, rich, pampered, lustful.
Edgar
…and the very first, the smallest, almost invisible drop of blood that has fallen from her lips that night, that fateful night, told me as plainly as would the words, that it was the beginning of the end. She was doomed, and she would bleed in my arms all those years, suffering in silence of my feverish days and frightful, nightmare infused nights, and …
Overtures/Corinthian
…and autumn would creep in, like a maniac, eye all aglow, leaving rainy traces on the sidewalk, its patched up coat all shades of falling leaves.
There you go. There’s of course, MJD, but he’s a novel. So go on, enjoy the shorts - and come back for more.