Torsade Literary Space My Blog Week: October 17 to October 23
All the Latest from Torsade! A Word on the Week What Comes After Awareness? (2) One bit of news this week involved a new social media platform, a money-soliciting venture by ex-president Trump. It […]
to shed (poem)
to shed if you’ve gone out walking the mission has an end goal arriving at the place with sacks, or lacking beggary for help they’ve hindered you forms dropped duly at addresses or into pockets, coating individual per contents, you seek to do kind works for nature closer now, soon to […]
Mathilde Alanic: Shine! (conclusion)
Mathilde Alanic Shine! (part fifty-four) Epilogue Extract from Annie’s notebook And so Patrice spoke the truth. A word lives on, a word radiates! The written word influences more, at times, than purposed. The written word, again by […]
Hammersmith: A Few Laws Broken (chapter thirty-one)
Hammersmith Chapter Thirty-One A Few Laws Broken Mossbunker’s wall rose a few feet higher than Ralph’s eight-foot ladder. Perched on this, Curach whispered, “Hand me up that feather bolster.” Chilly’s answer to a mechanical problem, was to roll the bolster tight around a fat stick. He hoisted this to Curach; […]
Marjorie Bowen: The Sword Decides! (part forty-one)
Marjorie Bowen The Sword Decides! (part forty-one) “A killing…the woman of whom we speak must appreciate…cannot be refined to perfection. The place may be chosen, the hour—” He thought, Giovanna supposed, of how he had not chosen either. “And the men?” “The foresters were necessary. They […]
My Blog Week: October 10 to October 16
All the Latest from Torsade! On Monday, a new Totem-Maker, the character venturing into the fortress-city. Tuesday, a poem, “Beware of Fours”; Wednesday, The Sword Decides!, Maria experiencing the unreal, in learning the fate of Andreas. Thursday, the short story […]
Hammersmith: Trenches Manned (chapter thirty)
Hammersmith Chapter Thirty Trenches Manned Mossbunker having secured his contract to supply cabling to the American Expeditionary Force, in theory the works might be targeted by spies. To the outside eye, he had not altered arrangements. Aimee, with Curach, lay flat against the slope of a ditch, at the factory’s […]