Most recent articles on the QlL short story site 2008-09-07T18:26:08Z Various qll@quietlittlelies.com http://quietlittlelies.com/view//rss/ http://quietlittlelies.com/view/article.php?ref=08-05-11 2008-05-11T12:54:37Z

There was once a traveller who had left so many miles behind him that all he saw was strange to his eyes. He had begun his journey young, and almost exhausted his youth in travelling. Now he was nearly a man, but felt somehow still, in part, like a...

http://quietlittlelies.com/view/article.php?ref=08-05-02 2008-05-02T14:20:22Z

Thoughtful, unspeaking, With head bowed, He scoops clay out of brick And ceramic, That sweeter, finer lining tanned To nut-brown leather. From a now empty beaker Ringed with ivory, Licked with thin skin, Man Calls to man Through years drained...

http://quietlittlelies.com/view/article.php?ref=08-03-13 2008-03-13T19:05:59Z

He started the car engine, then almost immediately stopped it. He still needed to calm down. Even the best visits to see Mother were bad for his nerves, but this time had been awful. There was never any talking to her on certain subjects. For a...

http://quietlittlelies.com/view/article.php?ref=08-03-07 2008-03-05T22:45:18Z

Over the next few weeks he perfected the plan. There could be no risk of being seen, he realised: neither the local police nor the curators would welcome any further intransigence on his part. He made fewer observations—he could conjure the...

http://quietlittlelies.com/view/article.php?ref=08-03-01 2008-03-01T16:22:35Z

Weeks passed, and once he had overcome the initial shock of his parents' announcement, Rhys was able to work once again on the grand plans under his bed and in his head. With time no longer on his side he decided to take a notebook with him to the...

http://quietlittlelies.com/view/article.php?ref=08-02-19 2008-02-19T20:15:02Z

Head buzzing with new alignments and new possibilities for success, feet itchy for the Durrington Down road, a torch and some biscuits in his rucksack, he practically fell down the stairs—two, then three, then a final four steps at a...

http://quietlittlelies.com/view/article.php?ref=08-02-17 2008-02-17T18:56:48Z

The impact of the front door on its frame shook the house; the noise made the panes of glass sing in the rickety window at the top of the stairs, and return to Rhys like the echo of a cry. Another day of wandering round, trying to be left alone, in...

http://quietlittlelies.com/view/article.php?ref=08-02-14 2008-02-14T22:11:14Z

Rhys hated that there were always other people there. They littered the place, worse than the food wrappers, tickets and plastic bags they brought with them; they were lichen, clinging to everything and wearing it down. As the days grew longer in...