Ocean Ghosts

May 06, 2018 by Lachlan Marnoch in Fiction, Short Stories, Microfiction

A cloud of fragile spectres drifts through the darkness.
A slow, clumsy whirlwind moves through them, carving a path through the helpless motes.
They are left battered and torn in the giants' wake, forthwith replaced.

Chains

April 15, 2018 by Lachlan Marnoch in Vignettes, Fiction

Here at the chains of the world, the bonds that hold existence intact, you see everything. Everything becomes clear. You see the stars growing and shrinking as they draw ever nearer to their eventual collapse. You see the gases moving between nurseries. You see the rocks hurtling through the void, and clinging to them in earnest, the races, with their wars, their treaties. You can see the hate, the love, the loss. You see, and you understand.

Pitcher in the Hive

March 25, 2018 by Lachlan Marnoch in Short Stories, Fiction

Hanging from a tree beside the path was a beehive.

Broken Hill Sunset

February 11, 2018 by Lachlan Marnoch in Vignettes, Fiction

Spearshafts of light punch a hole through the cloud, and below a wisp of cloud shines a new orange. Then the sun emerges from its vaporous womb, flooding the sky with brilliance.

Whale-kenning (Old English-style poem)

October 29, 2017 by Lachlan Marnoch in Fiction, Poetry

One of my few attempts at poetry, this is from back in high school when we were studying Beowulf - it's meant to be in the style of an Old English poem, with a split line structure - full of caesuras and kennings. Not sure how it holds up, but I don't mind it.

Final Lover

August 09, 2015 by Lachlan Marnoch in Short Stories, Fiction

Gosh, I wrote some dark stuff in high school. This was another thing I wrote while we were studying The Road by Cormac McCarthy.

Final Lover

I hang above her and I stand beside her, silent and patient.

When the world burned there was no shortage of companions for me. But where now is the sport? I drift above everything, everyone, and every minute I take a new lover into sweet oblivion with me. They think to resist me, mostly, but they all come eventually.

Not to Be

March 15, 2015 by Lachlan Marnoch in Short Stories, Fiction

Evening! This is a short story I wrote in English Extension 1 in year 11. It's supposed to be in the style of The Road by Cormac McCarthy. It's not exactly a happy story, so be forewarned.

Artificial Rapture

February 03, 2015 by Lachlan Marnoch in Vignettes, Fiction

Morning, all! I thought I'd post another short story to my short story blog. This is a piece I wrote in 2011 for Extension English, when we were studying Cormac McCarthy's The Road.