D. J. Reddall
Bio
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Stories (287/0)
Bid Him Welcome
“We haven’t any creed, any dogma, child. Your will is your own, which is what gives it power and worth when it joins with ours or that of one of our friends.” She spoke these words to me over a bowl of oil, herbs and pig’s blood one afternoon before the others arrived. Twilight was pouring warm copper over the whole scene and I was anxious for night to hide us.
By D. J. Reddall3 days ago in Fiction
The Cuttlefish
He had the same dream at the beginning of every, fresh semester. He dreamt that he was lecturing another surly set of students about some poem or story or novel they probably hadn’t read. Many were asleep. Some were furiously texting behind the sleek camouflage of their laptops. A precious minority was actually listening to his baffling burbling. He turned to the white board to make a note.
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2024