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 →

Reflections

Part Thirty-six of Misplaced Fire Samira discreetly magicked the necklace out of Nesrin’s hands and into her own. Without saying a word Samira went to Nesrin’s storehouse and found the tree Nesrin had earlier used in her gambit against Patanī. She used the necklace to extract the random fire spirit from the tree, then put... Continue Reading →

Unsafe Keeping

Part twenty-eight of Misplaced Fire Ceylan and Nesrin argued as they walked. Something about standing on the mountain of rubies that harbored Samira’s vault bred tension. Nonetheless they continued their advancement along the footpath, coming closer and closer to the first trap. Two pirates Nesrin had long held as zombified prisoners walked in front of... Continue Reading →

Angry, Irrational Strategizing

Part twenty-five of Misplaced Fire Dinah and Aravis found Nesrin in the preserved ruins of Karatepe. She was aggressively blasting the moss off a lion statue. Nesrin didn’t look at them. “I’m getting that bracelet back from Mother.” Dinah’s voice was deadpan. “Fury is clouding your judgement.” “Like Gehenna it is.” “You haven’t got a... Continue Reading →

Flashpoint

Part twenty-four of Misplaced Fire Patanī tested his arms and legs. He was able to move with all the control and fluidity he’d had before his supposed demise. The words he spoke in Jinni translated to, “I am indebted to you, my deer nieces, for taking such a long time over your task. Had you... 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 →

Rewrite: The Meeting – Part 3 of 3

A brown Persian Greyhound walked out of a cluster of trees and nosed Nesrin’s leg. Isabelle squealed and rushed to pet her. “She’s so cute! You didn’t tell me your mom had a doggy.” Nesrin rolled her eyes. “She doesn’t.” Isabelle leapt back with a yelp as the dog erupted into flames and morphed into... Continue Reading →

Confrontation

This is the conclusion of the flash fiction sequence I read in St. Louis. As such, it does finish the arc, but since these drabbles have only been the skeleton of a story, without all the pieces filed in, excerpts featuring these characters will still be posted out of chronological order from time to time.... Continue Reading →

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