Category Archives: problems in prose

The iron grey sky above him had not changed in tone or texture for three days.  It provided him no hint of rolling clouds or that distant orb that had once heated the ground upon which he stood.  Before setting … Continue reading →

looking out across the painfully white bright of the plaza, he sensed some movement behind him and in his agitated state, whirled about with his arms outheld bent at the elbow and crossed at the wrist.  he faced his own … Continue reading →

As he sat slightly slumped forward, he could feel that small roiling ball of rotten flames flicker and lick up the spinal cord and hew and saw their way into the brain.  it reached the face and seeped out into … Continue reading →

trundling along through the marshy hinterland, the train heaved to and fro leaving its vacant minded passengers to totter and tumble like so many rag dolls clutched in the hands of absent minded children.  looking about, the boy noted the … Continue reading →