It seems I only ever make time to update this page around Hallowe'en. I do a lot of writing, but these days it's all academic as I work on my post-graduate degree, and its audience is -- shall we say -- rather limited.
But here's one of the oldest pieces on my hard-drive; I only remembered it the other day. It was an early experiment in flash fiction, but I'm fairly pleased with it, for a first attempt.
Alarm B.D. Ferguson
The night was orange with fire.
Even huddled in a closet, he could see the glow. A distant explosion shook plaster from the ceiling. At least the screams had stopped.
He giggled, then clapped his hand over his mouth. His skin felt gritty, greasy, nothing like the cool slick lightbulbs. Remembering them, he smiled beneath his fingers.
With the power grid down, light fixtures were mere decoration – but art had its uses. The delicate bulbs shattered easily, chiming like severed harp strings.
He’d sprinkled the shards around his barricade and scuttled back to the closet. He had rainwater and old dog biscuits. He could last a while yet, if he kept quiet.
A shriek echoed outside, the first in days. It stopped abruptly and he sagged with relief – then froze.
From the hallway came the brittle music of glass crushed underfoot.
But here's one of the oldest pieces on my hard-drive; I only remembered it the other day. It was an early experiment in flash fiction, but I'm fairly pleased with it, for a first attempt.
Alarm B.D. Ferguson
The night was orange with fire.
Even huddled in a closet, he could see the glow. A distant explosion shook plaster from the ceiling. At least the screams had stopped.
He giggled, then clapped his hand over his mouth. His skin felt gritty, greasy, nothing like the cool slick lightbulbs. Remembering them, he smiled beneath his fingers.
With the power grid down, light fixtures were mere decoration – but art had its uses. The delicate bulbs shattered easily, chiming like severed harp strings.
He’d sprinkled the shards around his barricade and scuttled back to the closet. He had rainwater and old dog biscuits. He could last a while yet, if he kept quiet.
A shriek echoed outside, the first in days. It stopped abruptly and he sagged with relief – then froze.
From the hallway came the brittle music of glass crushed underfoot.