Everything Around Him

There are days when he awakens where everything around him is a blank grey-white, where it seems he is lost in some vast infinite space full of nothing but emptiness. On those days he has to fight to get moving, for it always seems, before he starts, that there is nothing to move toward: that … Continue reading Everything Around Him →

Loop, Part 5

To begin this sequence: Trapped, Part 1 Preceding entry: Loop, Part 4 Jake slid forward, gliding in a crouch across the rooftop on almost pure blue paint. He used his brush, with green paint at the end, to propel him forward, as though he was rowing a boat. He had to move with utmost silence in … Continue reading Loop, Part 5 →

Dry

Craig’s hands had been hard and rough for years. He had grown accustomed to it, and simply accepted it as a product of his life and work. In the winter, they grew even rougher, for the cold, dry air siphoned the moisture from them. Sometimes — often, in fact — they grew so dry that … Continue reading Dry →

The Death of Language

In the year that would later come to be known as 0 N.D. by historians, a sequence of events occured, the repercussions of which were experienced worldwide. These events had a lasting impact on the history of the world. As such, it has been studied exclusively not only by historians, but by anthropologists, arcanologists, sociologists, … Continue reading The Death of Language →

Becoming, Part X

Becoming, Part IX I followed Rystala inside the dwelling. I had never been inside a human home before. It was a new and interesting experience. I had no way of knowing whether or not Rystala kept a typical home. I knew, from the view of the dwelling I had taken in while we approached, that … Continue reading Becoming, Part X →

The Paths

There came a point along their path when it split into two. There was no telling, from where the path forked, where either side might lead, and so there was little too guide them in their choice. Nevertheless, they did not truly discuss it, not aloud. They simply chose one side and continued on their … Continue reading The Paths →

Sienna in a Coffee Shop

The barista smiled at Sienna as she took her cup of coffee. She smiled back, though it didn’t feel genuine. She was not unhappy, not exactly, but it took effort to bring that smile to the surface. A maelstrom of emotions swirled around her heart, making it difficult to focus on the present. Sienna took … Continue reading Sienna in a Coffee Shop →

Bull

“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 →

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 →