The Art of Drowning -a creepy episode 6- by Ash N Finn

All in my head. All in my head. All in my head. All in my hay-ay-head. She rocks back and forth on her haunches, knuckles bone white from gripping her ankles. The storm rages and batters the inside of her skull with a thousand burning drumsticks. Don’t cry, my child. Your mother is dancing around … Continue reading The Art of Drowning -a creepy episode 6- by Ash N Finn

The Art of Drowning -episode 5- By Phil Huston 

Caswell set his guitar on the sofa beside him, picked up the vibrating phone. “Cas –” “You sent a women’s world ginger looker with a sassed-up mouth up the elevator this time, Caswell. I have whining from six directions.” “She came on her own.” “She knows your name well enough. Special Investigations lets you pick … Continue reading The Art of Drowning -episode 5- By Phil Huston 

The Art of Drowning -episode 4- by Jac Forsyth

They say that drowning feels like falling asleep. But child, the sweet nicotine of breath runs first in, last out. And I can tell you now that drowning doesn't feel like falling asleep any more than being born does. Drink the ink, be the stink. I watched you washed ashore, your mind shattered and scattered in … Continue reading The Art of Drowning -episode 4- by Jac Forsyth

The Art of Drowning -episode 3- by Ash N Finn

Empathy is hard to come by when veracity has to be cloaked in madness to survive. Evelyn watches the visitor walk away into the sea breeze from her window and wonders if she will see him again. Xylophones, the sound of hailstones hitting them in a competition of accelerating crescendos is what she hears when … Continue reading The Art of Drowning -episode 3- by Ash N Finn

The Art of Drowning -episode 2- by Phil Huston

Shona Nevill watched Casswell’s expression change as he got closer, just like the air. A half a mile away where they’d both parked it was almost twenty degrees warmer. And a lot drier. The cold, wet air howled off the sea and up the shallow cliffs then somehow lost its push over that short distance. … Continue reading The Art of Drowning -episode 2- by Phil Huston

The Art of Drowning -episode 1- by Jac Forsyth

There are times when the wind takes hold of the desert and carries it far out to sea in sandstorms too brutal for even memory to hold. And I was lost and found in the firelight of whispered stories, heroes of ruin sung into lullaby with the sweetness of rum and reminiscence. And maybe there were warnings there, but … Continue reading The Art of Drowning -episode 1- by Jac Forsyth