A short story born of an image on a friend's Facebook feed, and the challenge, "What do you reckon the cloud behind the girl in the picture is formed by?"
[Part two of my fantasy short story. You can read the first part here] Breaking out of the streets into the dead ring was always something of a jarring experience. There was a strict cut-off point to where people could build, and with the necropolis being so beautiful, people built right up to the boundary… … Continue reading Beyond the Veil (part 2)
The body had been dead at least a day or so, that much was clear. It’s ashen colour, frigid temperature and musty aroma said as much. It had also said as much when Veil had asked it.
I've been writing fiction for years. Short stories at school, assignments at Uni, roleplaying adventures, and in the past decade or so, actual booky type stuff. But very few people have seen my output. In fact, probably only my wife.