Category Archives: Writing

Well it’s here. After many days eyeing my mailbox eagerly, the first four copies of Raised by Penguins arrived today. I carefully brought in the box and opened it up to find the four shiny books inside. They were indeed … Continue reading →

If he looked very carefully, he could make out the tops of mountains nestled in the pillows of clouds. From time to time, birds would cross his field of view, rising and falling in the sea breeze. He breathed the … Continue reading →

Nick leaned heavily on his shovel to catch his breath. How long had he been at this? Several hours at least, he thought. Beneath his feet and around him to his waist, raw, heavy soil oozed a grey liquid and … Continue reading →

“Excuse me for being blunt,” Deb said pointedly, “but you have completely missed my point.” The words hung over table for a moment, as the waiter stopped by and collected the now-empty plates. In the dim background, the occasional clink … Continue reading →

Theresa shifted restlessly on the short-cropped grass. There was a position — that elusive, perfect reading position that required the least amount of energy to hold her novel in front of her eyes. Beyond the pages of the book, out … Continue reading →

At first, he thought it was a large piece of furniture, but on closer inspection it was, in fact, the collected works of Isaac Asimov. He stood dead still in a spreading pool of his own making and pondered the … Continue reading →