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 →

Novel Excerpt: Great Fires

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 →

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 →

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 →

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