David's Writing Blog

The gun was shoved into his waistband, the address was scratched in black ink onto the inside of a matchbook cover, the sun was dying on the...

There’s maybe twenty people in the compartment: miners, or ex-miners, or whatever. She is suddenly very aware that she is wearing a dress an...

He made it to where route 40 crossed route 10 before he was too weak to walk. He sank slowly to the ground, as if he feared he'd break, ...

The sorcerer's only excuse was that he'd been sleeping when they'd appeared out of the rolling fog at full sail, slid alongside ...

It's tough, being alone. Being a Cape is lonely enough, but after Mandy left the absence of our 'us against the world' thing fel...

The sorcerer had no difficulty gaining access to the long-abandoned Keep. He climbed the long stone stairway, made his way inside, found a d...

"Hang on just a minute, young lady." "He's waiting for me outside." "I don't know where you think you...

She was a movie star, or would have been if the world was right. She sang a familiar song: the husband with a wandering eye and a zipper tha...

"This seat taken?" "Suit yourself." The stranger slid onto the stool next to him, in an empty bar. Carl couldn't he...