The sun shone bright above her, bearing down with a strength that should have brought about an unbearable heat, given the season and the clarity of the sky, in which, through the small window afforded by the walls of the courtyard, not a cloud could be seen. It was nearly midday. They would break from … Continue reading Jhor
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Aia
There was no entry yesterday because of my work schedule. Today's entry didn't turn out like I wanted or expected, but, I guess, when do they ever? I hope you enjoy it regardless. Every world into which the doors open is different. They have different geography, different people, different cultures and countries and religions. That … Continue reading Aia
Fatigue
Karl feels heavy. He’s overweight, as he has been for years, but that’s not why he feels heavy. Every part of his body, from his fingers to the tips of his thinning hair, feels like it’s weighing him down. It’s a struggle even to lift his arm to pick up a potato chip from his … Continue reading Fatigue
Get Gone
“Tell me what to do to fix this,” he says, as though I have an answer for him. He’s trying to recover. He’s trying to backpedal and apologize. He’s trying to make amends for what he’s done, but he doesn’t know how, because he’s never really thought about what it means to be good to … Continue reading Get Gone
That’s Enough
I had a hard time, today, coming up with something coherent to write. Mondays are my hardest days of the week to write, because generally, I've taken two days off of writing at that point and it feels like all the pathways to writing have crusted over a bit in the interim. I started to … Continue reading That’s Enough
“Letters,” A Third Excerpt
I've previously posted two excerpts from a project I call "Letters." The first can be found here, and the second, here. Dinner explores some of the characters present, but isn't currently part of the larger work. 2:43pm I’m glad that she sent the letter. As painful as it was to read, at least it gave us an … Continue reading “Letters,” A Third Excerpt
Chimes, Pt. 2
Chimes, Pt.1 I am not a very good smith. This is the sort of thing I think about in the dark of night, alone on watch with only a sleeping Tesehr and a quiet Cobalt for company. I’m not actually very skilled at smithing, despite all the practice and effort I put into it. I … Continue reading Chimes, Pt. 2
More Wine
Rebecca takes a sip from her wine glass. It’s just palatable enough to swallow, which is fine, because the entire bottle cost her less than two dollars. She isn’t the type to care about whether the wine is actually good or not. She just drinks it for the alcohol. She swirls the rest of the … Continue reading More Wine
Mr. Ongive Frightened Me
I am Knight-Detective Aberforo Honata. Most of you likely don’t recognize me by name, unless you follow the news very closely. That’s okay. I didn’t accept the offer to right this editorial to talk about myself, but rather, about an experience that I had with a man whose name, I would guess, the majority of … Continue reading Mr. Ongive Frightened Me
Questions
I had to work today, so instead of a story, I present a series of related questions about which I spoke with a friend yesterday. We had differing opinions on the answers. • If an object is replicated precisely, with impeccable precision down to the very last molecule, is the copy of the object essentially … Continue reading Questions
Daydreams 