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Michael Darvall
Bio
Quietly getting on with life and hopefully writing something worth reading occasionally.
Stories (38/0)
The Song of the Wild in the Concrete Jungle
Melody tried to block out the incessant sound of traffic that rushed along the overpass above her. She focused on the five river stones and placing them in the correct order – it was vital she get this right, and time was running out as the solstice sun approached the horizon. With each stone placed she murmured another phrase of the ritual.
By Michael Darvall2 days ago in Fiction
The Little Grembly Ladies’ Association Soiree
The town of Little Grembly was generally considered by the residents of the surrounding regions to be the absolutely dullest place imaginable. As a satellite suburb of Turping, it comprised housing developments and a shopping mall that had: a supermarket, a hairdresser, a liquor store that sold only mainstream brands, and half a pub – the other half being a small white-goods store that appeared to specialize in toasters and hair-straighteners. Consequently Grembly was avoided by almost anyone of taste, interest or good sense.
By Michael Darvall8 days ago in Fiction
A Sting Twice Over
He stared at the heart, nestled in the cabinet draw, slick and shiny and with tendril like filaments or tubes that disappeared into the recesses of the cabinet; a glutinous web of controlling strings. In the centre of that fleshy mass was an eye, huge and round and bright, rolling madly back and forth. And then it winked at him.
By Michael Darvall14 days ago in Horror
Air Fall in the Summer. Content Warning.
Alan “Big Al” Compton shifted his brawny bulk in the lounge room arm chair. It creaked and protested under his weight. He held his mug of tea, engulfed in one hand – the handles were always too puny for his thick fingers – and took a slurp. Janice had made it just right; she oughta by now, after 25 years together.
By Michael Darvall2 months ago in Fiction
The Darkwood Awakening
“Run,” says Gabrial, “and don’t look back.” “What?” says Dawydd, “why?” But Gabrial is already running, dashing along the forest path, light and shade dappling her lithe form. Dawydd runs, not a sprint, but quickly enough to be gaining on Gabrial.
By Michael Darvall3 months ago in Fiction
Life - A Crowing Achievement
The viral phenomenon, Life, is an epic adventure with a star-studded cast. At it’s heart is a striving for meaning in a seemingly senseless world. Everyone’s experience of this classic is paradoxically both unique and alike. Although long, most wish it was longer, and yet will only enjoy it once.
By Michael Darvall10 months ago in Critique
A Day in the Park
She watched him swinging, back and forward; a gentle rhythm with a metronomic squeak, discordant kicks occasionally propelling him higher. She smiled to herself, enjoying the perfect moment, and sipped her coffee. Too often people rushed things, but these moments would not be forever, they should be savoured, she felt. She would tuck this memory away to visit on cold nights.
By Michael Darvallabout a year ago in Fiction
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