Short stories, the grand literary tradition as popularised by Edgar Allan Poe, the world’s most famous mysterious Baltimore street corpse. This page is where I document my attempts to follow in his footsteps (in writing short stories I mean, not in mysteriously dying in the streets of Baltimore).

Giantsmade Shorts
Some old practice drabbles I wrote while worldbuilding a setting I had called, very creatively, Giantsmade, with the intention of writing a big novella called The Tyrannous Storm-Blast. The name, by the way, is a reference to The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (the Dark Souls of poems.)

It was a melancholy setting, abandoned by the uncaring giants that had made it, left to rot away and pile itself upwards and upwards in its own detritus.
It had themes, of course, of loneliness, abandonment–the search for meaning and safety in a bizarre world that doesn’t care much about you either way.
I should return to it at some point. It’s a fun time!

Station Custodian
A glimpse into the confusing and poorly paid life of a Halfways Company Train Station meta-custodian.
A (what was supposed to be, anyway) short written to catch the tone and feel of the worldbuilding of a longer series I’m planning, combining surrealism, big made up words and sci-fi with the experiences of having no money in a garbage job and trying to not go nuts.