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 →

Narrative Poem: Julrane’s Net

Julrane’s next project involved her garden’s waterwheel plants, Which entangled her feet, as though catching invaders.   At first she had fun watching her step, But it impeded her properly tending other plants.   Another problem confronted not only Julrane, but Gulfia; The problem of sea-serpents, dendans, and other invaders   Swimming over the city... Continue Reading →

Narrative Poem: The Weeds on the Wall

  Centuries ago the seas concealed cities, Home to folk who prefered water to air, Who looked nearly but not fully like we. One was named Julrane, with ankle length hair Blue as the water, and eyes of light, deep green. She lived in Gulfia, near Persia, where She tended the Citadel’s flower garden. More... Continue Reading →

Card Tricks

Nesrin was floating in the living room with her legs crossed as if she were sitting. She was reading The Necromancers while Isabelle and Jason poured over their school books. Isabelle had a psychology test coming up, and Jason was half-way through the rough draft of a business paper. Nesrin had completed her formal education... Continue Reading →

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