Leoth had been building up this moment in his mind for weeks. He had idly considered this course of action several times over the last few years, but it was only in recent times that he had finally made up his mind. The notion that he might stay here forever had become unbearable. It was … Continue reading Leoth’s Last Night
Category: Callaie
Beyond
Three by three by three. Three to link. Three to strengthen. Three to transport. That’s what I remember. That’s what I learned in school. It’s what I talked about with... With me? With Ayra. But I am Ayra. But I am Caél. But I am... Me. Us. Nine names. Which am I? I thought it … Continue reading Beyond
Goodbye, Emarta
Emarta wrung her hands. She was nervous, and deservedly so, but Cyrène felt oddly calm. This still felt like her room, even if she knew it wasn’t anymore. She wondered if it ever had been, or if she should have felt like it was her mother’s space that she had just been permitted to live … Continue reading Goodbye, Emarta
Cyrène
The knock at the door startled Leoth. He jumped. It was not an inherently frightening sound, and he was not one to be easily frightened, but people rarely, if ever, came knocking at their door. People almost never came knocking bearing pleasant tidings. People didn’t come this late at night, either. Baruch lifted his head … Continue reading Cyrène
Exploration: Focus
“Focus, Narrim!” Narrim could hear his grandfather’s voice as clearly as if the man stood next to him. The fiery memory of his switch lashing across Narrim’s exposed back burned through Narrim’s mind, inspiring him to roll his shoulders. The sun now hid almost entirely behind the horizon, leaving the heat of the day to … Continue reading Exploration: Focus
Exploration: Tool
This references characters seen in White Marble and Cold Metal. Like them, it's not really a self-contained story so much as an exercise in thinking about a character. Regrets grow best by moonlight. For Leoth, this night held no exception. He had many in his life, now, that should have made him happy, and yet some small part … Continue reading Exploration: Tool
Cold Metal
Like White Marble, this entry is more of an exploration of a character than a complete story. Fear, though powerful, is not an easily sustained emotion. It comes in bursts and waves, in shocks and spasms, and as a cold, icy buzz that cuts straight through to one’s core. As with all sensations, though, constant … Continue reading Cold Metal
White Marble
Cyrène bounced her foot impatiently. The motion sent ripples across the hem of her dress. Cyrène felt a distinct hatred for the garment and its enforced, blatant femininity. She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest in direct defiance of the way a proper lady would be expected to sit … Continue reading White Marble
Daydreams 