Everything Has a Cost, To Bring Silence, and Philosophical Metrics, Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 all feature Evran and Gleam. This story follows events seen in Abandon. "Teacher, Teacher, Teacher," Evran said, his foot bouncing jovially. He steepled his fingers, tapping their tips together as he had seen villains do in stage plays. "What a profound mess you've made of … Continue reading Teacher, Teacher, Teacher Pt. 1
Category: Short Story
On the advice of a friend, I'm going to take a brief break from attempting daily entries here. I expect to return next week. At the very least, I'll be taking the rest of this week and the weekend of to focus on other things. Thanks for following, and for understanding.
Becoming, Part XV
Becoming, Part I Becoming, Part XIV Sometimes I still reflect back on that first meeting with Jorun, and I wonder whether it had more of an impact upon me that I first realized. He was the first human I had met who, upon seeing me for what I was, reacted not with fear, but with … Continue reading Becoming, Part XV
The Ring
He has a dream where he is bound to a ring. The ring moves, but he can never tell if it advances forward, rolling along a path, or whether it simply spins around one point, taking him back again and again to the same point of space from which he started. In the dream, the … Continue reading The Ring
Next Life
There are those in the world who make wishes, and those who grant wishes, and those who push through life according to their own power, believing that to be on either end of a wish is to be weak. I am not one of the latter. I know my own weakness. I have accepted it … Continue reading Next Life
On “Whispers”
I thought I knew where I wanted to go with Whisper in the Night and that which followed, but I sort of lost my way and motivation with it. I may come back to it later, but for now, expect to see different pieces. My apologies.
The Snot Mother
A small, moderately true story, to make up for the lack of a post this morning: As with all people, I am occasionally ill. I feel like I become ill rarely, but that it tends to linger for quite some time. Once, I had a cold which began in my throat as a creeping, thirsting … Continue reading The Snot Mother
Today's entry has been postponed due to personal illness. My apologies, readers.
Responsible
Today's entry is short, but it touches on delicate material. There is something she talks about to no-one. It is a thing that she did, or — a thing which was done to her. She makes no distinction between the two, most days. When she does, it is her who is responsible for the action. … Continue reading Responsible
Whispers, Part III
Whisper in the Night Whisper, Part II.5 I jumped awake to the sound of someone knocking on my door frame. In the haze of my return, I hadn’t slid my door shut. No matter. If I had, and it was my father who had discovered me here in bed, I would have been in even … Continue reading Whispers, Part III
Daydreams 