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 →

A Welsh Locomotive in America

Lately I've been working to improve and expand the listings on my Etsy shop (link in the menu), and part of the process is creating a line of greeting cards I plan to release in the near future. I drew this little engine for the Valentine's Day card, as implied by the engine's name. (The... Continue Reading →

Landing Back Home

Part Thirty-seven of Misplaced Fire Nesrin returned Jason and Isabelle to their apartment and the trio crashed on the couch to recuperate. Nesrin had a mug of hot tea, which she held against the bridge of her nose to ease away the pressure. “Next time we go to a parade, we stay till the end... Continue Reading →

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