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Fiction: ‘O, That Way Madness Lies’


Dear Charles,
Six months and seventeen days ago, I arrived at the property left to me by my mysterious donor. The house is in reasonable repair, other than a few minor injuries from enduring the elements for so long unattended. The leak in the roof has now been repaired. The broken windows have been replaced …

Posted byEkaterina TretiakovaJune 9, 2020Posted inFictionTags:Horror, Nature, Possession5 Comments on Fiction: ‘O, That Way Madness Lies’

Fiction: ‘Trespasser’

Trespasser
He wakes with a violent jolt. At first he’s not sure he heard anything at all. He sits up in bed, straining to hear, shivering with cold. And then comes the sound of glass shattering and furniture splintering. A crash which shakes the very walls. He throws the blanket aside…

Posted byEkaterina TretiakovaJune 3, 2020June 3, 2020Posted inFictionTags:Bloodlines, Heritage, Time travel7 Comments on Fiction: ‘Trespasser’

Fiction: The King and the Starling

The king and the starling

Once upon a time there lived a wise old king who loved his kingdom. He loved every leaf upon every tree and every drop of dew which glistened with the dawn. And his people loved him too, for he was a fair and kind ruler, who held his people reverently in his heart. One night … 

Posted byEkaterina TretiakovaApril 4, 2020April 23, 2020Posted inFictionTags:Crisis, Hope, Strength7 Comments on Fiction: The King and the Starling

Fiction: ‘Treasure’

Treasure
Mercury waves rise into sharp peaks before crashing down with a roar. The wind screams like a banshee. His boat is flung one way, and then another, completely at the mercy of a foul-tempered sea. He hangs onto the side of the boat, his knuckles white. Every muscle strains against the violence. The salty spray …

Posted byEkaterina TretiakovaAugust 16, 2019April 23, 2020Posted inFictionTags:Fairy Tales, Fiction, Firebird3 Comments on Fiction: ‘Treasure’

Fiction: ‘Dispersion’

Dispersion

‘I had the strangest dream last night. The sky had turned to jade, while everything else appeared in shades of turquoise. The people. The streets. The buildings. They only existed in the wavelength of green. One woman with emerald eyes and moss green hair was passing near, but when I stood in her way, hoping …

Posted byEkaterina TretiakovaJuly 4, 2019April 23, 2020Posted inFictionTags:Colour theory, Fiction, Parallel Universe8 Comments on Fiction: ‘Dispersion’

Fiction: ‘The Bee’

The Bee

He wakes up, not in the golden warmth of his hive like all the other bees, but someplace dim and dusty. The ground is hard beneath him, and the air is stale and sour. He rolls from his back onto his stomach and lifts himself onto his feet. They clink on the steel surface of …

Posted byEkaterina TretiakovaJune 25, 2019April 23, 2020Posted inFictionTags:Artificial Intelligence, Diversity, Fable8 Comments on Fiction: ‘The Bee’

Fiction: ‘The Piper’

The Piper
Far away in the north was once a grand city famous for its splendour and beauty. The inner city of this wondrous place was filled with twinkling lights, no matter how deep into the night it was, while beautiful people in their finest clothes passed each other in ornate carriages. The scent of champagne lay …

Posted byEkaterina TretiakovaJune 19, 2019April 23, 2020Posted inFictionTags:Mouse, Music, Piper5 Comments on Fiction: ‘The Piper’

Fiction: ‘The Jinn’

93 - The Jinn

Deep in a desert not far from here there once rose a vast mountain. Snow always glittered from its peak, even under the blistering summer sun, and lush trees grew around the base even though it had been many years since this region last saw rain. But the most remarkable …

Posted byEkaterina TretiakovaJune 4, 2019April 23, 2020Posted inFictionTags:Curse, Jinn, Magic9 Comments on Fiction: ‘The Jinn’

Fiction: ‘Better Days’

Better Days

The middle of the day feels like the dead of the night, and I’m never so alone as when I’m with you. I don’t remember the exact moment of fracture, but we drifted apart like continental plates; imperceptible up close but forever changing the shape of things. Why can’t we say goodbye? Why can’t we …

Posted byEkaterina TretiakovaFebruary 20, 2019April 23, 2020Posted inFictionTags:Depression, Sadness, Writing7 Comments on Fiction: ‘Better Days’

Fiction: ‘Famous Red Dress’

Famous Red Dress

It’s five in the morning and a grey light is starting to pierce the air. The frost melts beneath its touch. Trains begin to rattle down the line, their carriages empty, the platforms still and bare. You stand upon that same spot where you first saw her. No-one passes you at this hour. And even …

Posted byEkaterina TretiakovaOctober 17, 2018April 23, 2020Posted inFictionTags:Busker, Gypsy, Murder8 Comments on Fiction: ‘Famous Red Dress’

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