A small moment that takes place at the end my previous story "Mother and Child" Isabelle studied her sketch of her newly found mother. It’d felt almost unearthly to finally draw the woman who’d been a mystery for so long. The eyebrows still weren’t quite right, though. There was also too much white space beside her,... Continue Reading →
Part thirty-five of Misplaced Fire Jason and Isabelle were blinded by the light as they came back to consciousness. They were both pale and visibly breathless. Nesrin hugged them so tightly they collapsed and were only held up by her arms. She’d acted on impulse under the excitement of seeing them again. Their moans and... Continue Reading →
Sometimes the subject matter comes to you. This little character was out on our patio this morning. I admit I'm not totally sure what they are, but this is still one of the more interesting bugs I've seen roaming around the yard.
Part thirty-four of Misplaced Fire Samira held a calculating glare on Nesrin, Ceylan, and Dinah long enough to get them to squirm, then she softened her expression and let them see she her displeasure was pretended. “Have the three of you noticed that combined you make me? Dinah, the creator of realms and protector of... Continue Reading →
Part thirty-three of Misplaced Fire Nesrin stood unaided by Ceylan or Dinah, watching with a snarling smirk as Patanī writhed against the ties on his wrists. Though she wasn’t singing, Nesrin’s voice vibrated with the music of a dirge as she spoke to her uncle. “The Nymphs of the River Styx have not had the... Continue Reading →
I almost titled this post “This Too Shall Pass.” This picture I took almost a year ago got my attention and reminded me of the tricks perspective can play. Environments and situations that seem so large, so spectacularly all-consuming when we’re down in them begin to look like little more than lines in an ant... Continue Reading →
Part thirty-two of Misplaced Fire Nesrin felt herself ripping in two. She screamed, but couldn't hear it over the sound of hurricane-force winds. She saw the fire rise in her veins, then burst out of the skin. When it was over she collapsed on the floor. Half of her was gone. It was the half... Continue Reading →
She stood in the doorway, looking at the path in front of her, imagining the miles ahead, the tiring journey, the resources she'd need to reach her destination and what those resources would cost, the strangers she would meet on her way, and how reliant she'd be on their good will. She thought about how... Continue Reading →