Playing Cards

The player looked down at her cards, watching the colors and shapes waltz across the white backgrounds. The King of Diamonds jumped across the three of spades, trying to draw the attention of the Queen of Clubs, but the Queen was too busy dancing with the Joker. In his anger, the King of Diamonds stole... Continue Reading →

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 →

The Train in the Field

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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