Sketching Uncertainty

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 →

The Step

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 →

Stages and Scripts

Ceylan and Dinah undeniably loved each other but they weren't sure if they liked each other. The first time Ceylan had seen Dinah's jungle, they had both been leaning strongly towards dislike. Ceylan had been in costume for a performance Samira was about to stage. In fact Ceylan had only come to borrow a pegasus... Continue Reading →

Staring at Steam

Isabelle sat on the balcony, waiting. She zipped her jacket as the winds started to come through. Finally Nesrin came out and handed her a mug of simmering water. Nesrin, holding a steaming mug of her own, sat down in the chair beside her. Isabelle looked at the mug. It was the one with the... Continue Reading →

Ceylan’s Question

Ceylan had assumed Cheveyo was one of her 4,196 half siblings when she first saw him enter the Minor Court behind Samira. No one else usually got nearly so close to the Queen. If anyone had told Ceylan he was an unrelated, full-blooded human, she would have rebuked them for impertinence. Samira had built the... Continue Reading →

Framing Fantasies

Isabelle tried about sixty different arrangements before she finally settled on how to place the pictures of her and her madre in the 100-picture frame. The pics where she was youngest were in the center, and she got progressively older in each row until she reached the present in the frame’s outer edges. She stepped... Continue Reading →

Stand Alone Story: Lost Episodes

Jason walked out on the balcony and found Nesrin there reading one of her journals, apparently one of the early ones, since the volume was a parchment scroll. He and Nesrin smiled at each other and she returned to her reading. He sat down and started reading a news article on his phone. Out of... Continue Reading →

A Safety Valve Bursts

A locomotive let off steam, and the roar made it suddenly safe for the sound to come out. It came unpushed and unbidden, erupting out of the throat, then reverberating off the trees and filling the valley. It wasn't a scream. It was a lifetime of buildup, every truth that could never be spoken, every... Continue Reading →

Ping-Pong, Clements Family Style

It took a ping-pong ball brushing against her cheek and almost getting knocked over by Isabelle for Nesrin to decide Jason was right and she should watch from the doorway rather than the couch in the middle of the room. Isabelle and Jason were playing against their cousin Charlotte and her boyfriend Alex, but with... Continue Reading →

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