“I can’t do it,” Felruza slammed her fist against the table. Why was it so damn hard? Why could everyone else do this one simple thing and she couldn’t? “It’ll come,” her mother said from across the table. Her voice was gentle, it always was, the opposite of her innate power which was creating fireballs … More Can’t Do It
“You’re orange,” A bit of a state-the-obvious comment from Ryan. Cassie wiped the orange blood of her blade and sheathed her weapon. Monster blood never made for a particularly delightful colour. Least it was better than the stuff they had up North, which was acidic blood. “Stating the obvious much,” Cassie remarked, kicking the corpse … More Like the Sky at Sundown
There are times that we remember the position the world has for us. The position that the world deems us to be in. The forced posture, the sucked in waist, the hatred, the vitriol. The fear. Again and again. Day after day. Night after night. Walking faster. Changing shoes. Planning outfits, routes, defences, to be … More Not Today
Dead Dead. Not alive. Not here. Not anywhere that I can perceive. Just. Not here. What does that mean for life, when death is so swift and random. How can there be order in the chaos of the world when there is nothing other than chaos. I suppose some people turn to faith. Others turn … More Not anywhere
Each day is an unknown. It doesn’t feel like an unknown. You can have plans, have thoughts, have things to do. But each day is an unknown. Treat it as such. See the beauty in it.
Fathie pulled her headphones over her ears. The noise of the city, the thrum of the cars and the rhythmic thudding of footfalls were drowned out in an instant. Breathe, she told herself. Everything would be okay, after today. Everything would be just as it should be. She turned on her music, and the sound … More Reclaiming Ara’banthe
There are many what ifs. Many maybes. A few near misses, a few but what about- All of them are meaningless. They’re not real. They’re conjecture, a thought that has no more meaning than the dreams you draw up in your sleep. They don’t hold you. They don’t own you. They’re not you.
“You got it?” Fethna asked as Nattali got into the car. “Ye of little faith,” Nattali said, pulling out the folder from under her jacket. It hadn’t been a particularly hard lift, just distract the guards and the receptionist was practically gagging to get someone as important as the Lieutenant of the Fifth Quarter at … More The Document (A Teacup Story)
Outside, the rain lashed down onto the windowpane. It’s almost calming, watching the calamity of the storm outside. It’s out there, and you’re in here. In that moment, you can almost imagine the swirling vortex of thoughts in your mind are out there instead. Just for that moment, your mind is calm. You can hear … More Rain (100 Words)
“So,” Iuen asked, “what do you think?” Ealia looked over at Iuen. Part of her wondered absently if he would ever get the grass stains out of his grey officers robes. Maybe he’d get ribbed for it back at the officer’s mess, interrogated to find out who his mysterious lover was. “Think of what?” she … More New Love (A Teacup Story)