Magnus Skallagrimsson

Ten Buck Chuck by Magnus Skallagrimsson “I knew you’d be here.”      Dietrich’s mom sat down with him, crossing her legs on the dry part of the front landing. She never quite understood what drew her son to this particular spot when he was upset. Maybe it was the view? Heavy rains were giving way to clear skies, and the Sun made everything glitter. A rainbow stood out against the dark skies still clinging to Burke Mountain. Dietrich looked up and over at his Mum then parked the bottom half of his face into his tucked-up knees. He tensed up tight. She said nothing for a while, just looking out at the same scene as her son. After a few minutes she spoke. “You have to come back in sooner or later.” “Mm.” "Well, I am not serving you supper out here. And you can’t use the garden for a bathroom.” “Mom…” “Ok what upset you most?” She waited for a response but watched Dietrich tuck himself tighter into a ball. She reached out a hand and rubbed her son on his shoulder. He flinched...

  Jimmy By Magnus Sallagrimsson This was work. Fucking. Jimmy . Rob wasn’t in this life, running a crew to do real work. Rob Foley was in this life so he could live large, get high, get laid, get a crib, get respect. He was a boss, not some jerk-off labourer. But here he was out in the bush getting sweaty, getting dirty, getting mosquito bites, all after running around scrounging like a skid, junkie fuck. Fuckin’ work . Fuckin’ Jimmy . It was chilly in the early morning, and the camping lantern offered no warmth, but digging was hot work. The old quarry was five kilometers outside of town and led to a currently out of service forestry road. There were farms in the area, but nothing too close. The forest and underbrush closed in dense and tight, he figured it ought to be enough to conceal him. No one worked the quarry anymore and it was the place Rob and his friends had partied all through high school, and even after they’d all quit school two years ago. The cops knew the place, of ...

  Welcome. This is the start of a blog charting my journey from a guy who dabbles at writing to becoming a proper writer - professional and everything! There is no way you are as excited about this as I am, but hopefully I'll be able to change your minds along the way.  I'll be posting up original short stories here, stuff I won't be shopping around. I have a character I am developing, so some short stories related to him (and others) will be appearing here. I may also be posting up stuff about film, music, other authors I like, books, literary themes, and some of my photos off my phone. Posting will be a bit erratic. I work shift work, and 12 hour shifts at that, and developing my fiction takes top priority. And, yes, I need an editor. I like to write, I never said I was good at it... Oh, and thank you Sam Wiebe for talking some sense into me and suggesting a blog. Sam's a great writer from Vancouver BC. If you like Noir/Detective fiction you owe it to yourself to rea...