I had a couple conversations recently about writing fight scenes and how abysmal they usually are to read, even to watch. Action is very tedious, after all. Think of how quickly a car chase gets […]
The base of the island, worn smooth by the waves and crusted in barnacles, was slightly narrower than the rest. An uneven triangular cave exposed the grotto that was the only ingress to the interior, […]
He was making a proper nuisance of himself, whoever he was. I could hear the screams from the street. I stepped from the car and met the officer in charge, a woman named Ballantine. I […]
That evening, after making sure my friends had something to eat, I followed Martin’s gracious suggestion and went up to the attic, a wide A-framed space from which one reached the cupola, the same cupola […]
We walked for hours through someone else’s dark and anxious dreams, and he navigated it as only a spiritwalker can, a man trained since birth not only to battle evil spirits but also to retrieve […]
Despite that many of them were Freemasons, a secret society steeped in the occult, the Founding Fathers envisioned an unspoiled continent, freed of old encumbrances—not just taxes but the arcane and complex practices that had […]
We jest, but this is about what it’s like anymore. More by Tom Gauld.