Currents

Julrane idly sketched the interior of Gulfia’s abandoned lighthouse, trying to determine the arrangement of mirrors that would give the most light. She had never heard the lighthouse mentioned in her visits to the Tunnels, but something in her blood told her the two were connected, and she felt an increasing pull to discover the... Continue Reading →

Thoughts of Ghosts

By now the ghostly voices echoed in choruses around her as she walked through the tunnels. Only periodically did she hear a phrase distinctly. “Galit told us water was the foundation of life. Why then do I feel as if I embraced the sea only so it could kill me?” Julrane ignored the question, but... Continue Reading →

The Sailor in the Wind

A heavy wind wracked the water above Gulfia. Julrane floated near the surface, letting the rougher currents carry her back and forth and spin her around. She felt hands grab her arm from above and pull her out of the waves. Someone dragged her into a moderately sized wooden boat and deposited her on the... Continue Reading →

Inventory

Whenever Julrane harvested the produce from her garden, the procedure was for her to take the baskets in a certain part of the Citadel to be inventoried by Aliphaz, the manager of the King’s house. She had to wait in the storehouse with him while he made sure everything was in order. He held up... Continue Reading →

The Tunnels

In the middle of Julrane’s garden was a built up circle of stones, like a well, though the sea dwellers naturally had no need for wells like we have on the surface, so the one in Julrane’s garden had another purpose than drawing water, and Julrane was one of the few people outside Gulfia’s government... Continue Reading →

Narrative Poem: The Lighthouse

A single blue haired figure soars alone at night, through the waters above her subacquatic home. Gravity is for surface dwellers; the sea gives flight. That’s why the Ancestors sank themselves in the foam.   She whispers thanks to them as she nears the sky’s edge. She puts her hand through the ocean’s skin, feels... Continue Reading →

Bed Hair

Julrane woke up and tried to stretch as she always did before getting out of bed. It was harder than normal. Her arms wouldn’t move. They were pinned to her side. Any residual sleep-addledness dissipated from the surprise. She was in her own room. That was good. She wiggled. Something was tied around her chest.... Continue Reading →

The Strike

Julrane clenched the spear. A firm and forceful strike was critical, both to make sure the weapon went in deep enough, and to get it in at all. The aim was critical too. Having to make multiple strikes would not only display a sloppiness she despised, it would require more time and effort. Vital as... Continue Reading →

Narrative Poem: Julrane’s Net

Julrane’s next project involved her garden’s waterwheel plants, Which entangled her feet, as though catching invaders.   At first she had fun watching her step, But it impeded her properly tending other plants.   Another problem confronted not only Julrane, but Gulfia; The problem of sea-serpents, dendans, and other invaders   Swimming over the city... Continue Reading →

Narrative Poem: The Weeds on the Wall

  Centuries ago the seas concealed cities, Home to folk who prefered water to air, Who looked nearly but not fully like we. One was named Julrane, with ankle length hair Blue as the water, and eyes of light, deep green. She lived in Gulfia, near Persia, where She tended the Citadel’s flower garden. More... Continue Reading →

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