Author: Joanne Taylor
-

Sunday, 27 March 1977: A short story
The skies are grey and filled with the hum of jet engines. “Sunjet two-eighty-two, proceed directly to runway… backtrack and hold.” Every few seconds, the radio buzzes, bringing with it the crackle of another faceless voice. “Received, Sunjet two-eighty-two.”
-

The Myth of Etana: A short story
To the East of an endless river, in the vast unknown, there is a city built of sand and stone. Great towers of chalk, carved from the mountains of Sumeria, stand proudly amidst desert plains, illuminated only by slivers of still moonlight. And when night falls within the city’s walls, it is said that the…
-

Ink of Ages Fiction Prize: The Update #13 📜 Longlist for the 2026 Prize released!
*Whispering submission readers*: “I feel a bit mean,” … “Me too…” Welcome to the 13th issue of the Ink of Ages Update, a monthly newsletter by me, Joanne Taylor, with a focus on writing, reading, and well … more writing. Thanks for being here! If this email was forwarded to you, or you’re reading online…


