B. Morris Allen

Since my writing career is so neatly encapsulated by the 2010s, I thought I'd take a look at some more detailed statistics. Note that the...

Words from an Absent Willow An overview of my literary endeavours in the 2010s. Tl;dr: I got published I started to take writing seriously and...

As a writer The year's not over yet! But while I've got some things in train, none seem likely to publish before next year, so...

It’s Saturday. A day for sleeping in, for pretending I’ve successfully played sick and avoided school, for luxuriating in having nothing to do. The sun...

“He needs to have fun.” The guildmaster put his hand lovingly on the back of a pudgy adolescent boy about my age. “I want him...

“I’m sorry,” she said at last. She had been staring out the window – a ‘phore’, they called it here – watching starbirds hover in...

The red dirt of the plains was baked into his hands, making rivers of the creases in his palm, flowing off the low hills into...

It could have been an art installation – a dark sphere atop City Hall, a spray of scarlet thread, five hundred people frozen in place,...