“Hey Ty, did you hear about Margot?” I was a bit taken aback by Stephanie’s first words of the morning. Usually they’re something along the lines of “Hello” or “Good morning.” To be accosted by new words on a Tuesday morning, a time I’ve spent years developing into a perfect routine, threw me slightly off … Continue reading Bull
Tag: Short Fiction
Two Gods
This is how my grandfather began his story. “There was once, long ago, a war between two gods.” My sister Marin and I listened intently, because our grandfather always told good stories, sometimes about knights and princesses, sometimes about dwarfs and witches. We sat on the carpet in front of my grandfather’s recliner next to … Continue reading Two Gods
In My Hands
My grandfather’s sword looked far different in my hands than it had upon the wall, where it had hung for more years than I could count — for more years than I had been alive, in fact. I never knew my grandfather. He passed away before I was born. My grandmother always said it was … Continue reading In My Hands
Becoming, Part IX
I didn’t know which human to approach first, or even what proper protocol might be for approaching one of the humans. Instead, I began by walking straight down one of the paths that had been cut into the hillside. It wavered a bit from right to left as it travelled between the terraces, but at … Continue reading Becoming, Part IX
The Neos Simulation
The investors sat in the viewing room, each in their own plush chair, which were positioned perfectly so that no one investor’s view could be blocked by another. The room, like a lecture hall or a movie theater, had steps of seating extending upward toward the back. A waiter in a dapper suit stood at … Continue reading The Neos Simulation
Niqa’s Longing
Niqa longed for home more frequently and with greater intensity than she desired anything else. She didn’t understand her longing, either, for even when she was within the walls of her house, curled in her bed, she found herself pining for home. It came as an ache in her chest, a tired, hollow feeling that … Continue reading Niqa’s Longing
The Fair Way
“See, look. It’s really simple.” Vorin brandished his sealing blade to demonstrate. In front of him, the light spirit, the shape reminiscent of an elongated golden rabbit, struggled to rise from the ground. Vorin’s currently manifested spirit, a fire spirit that took the form of a fox-like being, held it down. “The blade does all … Continue reading The Fair Way
