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 →
To the farmer watching from the hillside, the old steam engine appeared to drag its coach across empty ground instead of pulling it along a disused branch line. He didn’t know the untamed grass and kudzu had rendered an ancient set of rails invisible. The engine’s wheels slipped more often than not as the greenery... Continue Reading →
Years the house stood vacant on the lot. Damp and dust conjoined; mold grew. Vines broke in, and became trees. Ants turned beams to sand. Winds beat against walls. The house fell, and it sank in to the mud.
Aravis was remembering a scene of building a fire with her father in her younger days. The logs had all been dry and rough to the touch, and the pile had been taller than her. ‘Is this gonna be a great fire?’ Growing up hearing Spanish, Jinni, and later English all at once had made the... Continue Reading →
The other day I was walking in the woods that occupy a third of my yard for the first time in a very long while, and I came across this tree. I'm not sure when it fell. I'm leaning most strongly towards Hurricane Katrina in 2005. The other possibility is a waterspout that came on... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
A fully functioning miniature steam engine sealed inside a glass case at St. Louis' Union Station Hotel. There seemed to me something poignant about an object designed to travel and breathe finding itself confined in this way. (I grew up on Rev. W. Awdry's Railway Series books, the best known character from which is Thomas the Tank... Continue Reading →