“He will be here soon,” Ama said. She tried to remain calm. I remember that. But her voice had that slight quaver she gets when she’s anxious and excited, and her hands shook with a tremble greater than that inspired by her age as she set out the wine and fruit. My mother took my … Continue reading The Coven
Category: Fantasy
The Park at Night
“Dad!” I call. “Come one! You have to see this.” I found something really cool in the park. Dad is mad, one, that I’m up so late at night, and two, that I woke him up at a time when both of us should be sleeping. I don’t care. This is totally worth it. … Continue reading The Park at Night
Avela
Avela sits on the edge of the city, legs crossed and hands on hans knees, with hans face turned upward toward the stars, the moon, and the nebula. Ne basks in their light, absorbing it through hans shell. Ne has cast aside hans clothing, for ne wishes to taste their light as it is. Each … Continue reading Avela
Sheth
In a time long since passed, in far south-west Nerrona, where people fight not against each other, nor the evils of Kainorh, but against the heat of the sun, there lived a village of folk who made a mistake in their worship. They were not, on the surface, foolish people. They carved out a place … Continue reading Sheth
Nobody Wins
“I don’t like you much anymore, Master Evran,” Gleam said. Evran tilted his head to one side. “What’s that, now?” “I said I don’t like you,” Gleam repeated. Evran swirled the wine within his glass, amusing himself by bringing the edge of the liquid right up to the brim of his glass, as close as … Continue reading Nobody Wins
Unique
The bullet begins to slide out of the barrel. People, in general, have a hard time gauging their own uniqueness. There’s a confluence of factors that cause this, one of which being the fact that many people have a drive and a desire to be unique. Some people take this further than others — artists … Continue reading Unique
Grandfather’s Farm
If he sat upright in his bed and turned to the side, Aric could see, out of his bedroom window, a good portion of the land that belonged to his grandparents. He knew, from when his grandfather spoke about their past, that the amount of land they had owned had once been much smaller. Over … Continue reading Grandfather’s Farm
Unlimited
There is a certain feeling behind opening a door. It’s a feeling of release, as the pressure between the two spaces equalizes. It’s a feeling of resistance, too, as you fight against that pressure in the moment before it gives way, and as you fight the workings of the door itself, which, perhaps, is not … Continue reading Unlimited
Calman’s Bandwood
Calman’s Bandwood, known colloquially as the Coin Tree, is a species of tree grown exclusively in the country of Ansland. That second name, by which the vast majority of people know it, comes from the fact that its wood is used to mint money in Ansland and in its neighboring countries. Calman’s Bandwood is a … Continue reading Calman’s Bandwood
Taudanon’s Disorder
“Our final question of the day comes from a Commonwoman who wished to keep her identity anonymous.” Lauta inhaled. She had already been watching the viewscreen intently, but now her ears turned toward it, and her nostrils flared subconsciously as the entirety of her being focused on the words of Speaker Dauren. On the screen, … Continue reading Taudanon’s Disorder
Daydreams 