This is a prequel to The Sword. They came together with a grand purpose: save the world. Whether or not the world needed saving at the time is a debate for the historians and the philosophers. I certainly think that, compared to some of the straights it has been in since, the world was in a … Continue reading The Birth of a Blade
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Becoming, Part VIII
Becoming, Part VII Finding humans was the first part of the new challenge I had set for myself. In my old territory, I’d had an idea of where I could find human settlements. I had never visited them, preferring to hunt isolated groups of humans instead, but I’d kept a mental note of their locations … Continue reading Becoming, Part VIII
The Sword
Human memory is impressively, frustratingly, and enticingly fallible. Have you ever stopped to consider just how long a human memory lasts untarnished? It doesn’t. The instant the memory is formed, it’s imperfect. You can place two humans together in the exact same situation, then ask them about it afterward, and both of them will present … Continue reading The Sword
Dinner with Rin
Tomás reached the door first. He held it open for Birch, an action which had, over the years, lost all significance when applied to anyone else. Holding the door for someone had just become a social necessity, something Tomás did out of habit rather than through any true desire to be kind or helpful. Yet … Continue reading Dinner with Rin
Useful
There are days when my writing flows out of me naturally, as though the story that I'm telling has existed all along, and the right words are there, ready to be written. Then there are days, like today, where I struggle to find a story at all: where there seems to be nothing in my … Continue reading Useful
Effulgence
Sanara had a sun in her chest. As long as she’d been alive, it had been there: a glowing orb, shining out from the center of her being, illuminating the word around her with golden light. It brought a brightness to everything around her, sometimes with the harsh, hot light of summer; sometimes with the … Continue reading Effulgence
Two Men Sit on a Bench
“Do you ever feel like we don’t really exist?” Two men sit on a bench in the park at the end of the street, sharing a bottle between them. To their left, a tree blooms full with vibrant pink blossoms. On their right, the leaves of another tree have gone yellow. They fall to the … Continue reading Two Men Sit on a Bench
Daydreams 