Can’t Do It

“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

Finding Home (Stories on a Theme – “Soft”)

Rain hammered around them. Another storm, this one would hopefully pass quickly. In that moment, Rantia did not feel the rain smacking into her shoulders and soaking her clothes. She was lost in her memories, of happier times, of a home that was full of love and joy and wonder. “You ready?” Veran’s voice crackled … More Finding Home (Stories on a Theme – “Soft”)

Solitary Confinement (Stories on a Theme – “Isolate”)

“Can I sit?” Yanet looked up from her lunch. The woman, a newbie by the yellow stripes on her arms, stood with her tray of food. She had her newly issued cropped haircut, her curly hair springing out around her face like a halo. “Yes, of course,” Yanet said. What else was she supposed to … More Solitary Confinement (Stories on a Theme – “Isolate”)

Memories of Hope (Stories on a Theme – “Isolate”)

Fuane sat on the floor, deep in her memories. The memories were the access point to the future. They were a window to the past, pulling time from a place that did not exist into a person’s present mind. Most thought reading the future was all about drinking teas or smelling incense alone. They missed … More Memories of Hope (Stories on a Theme – “Isolate”)

The Jewel of Hanerath (Stories on a Theme – “Isolate”)

“HOLD IT!” Cathen yelled. I’m trying gods damn you, Thyren thought. He forced himself to hold onto the spell book, despite the heat radiating off it. The magic poured off the pages, funnelled into the glass tube by the complex array of shielding spells. Fire magic normally glowed red, but this magic was almost white, … More The Jewel of Hanerath (Stories on a Theme – “Isolate”)

Alone (Stories on a Theme – “Isolate”)

“Hello?” The radio crackled in response. Gaeia pushed her knuckles into her forehead, trying not to cry. This was day forty one. Forty one days of no response from the base down below. “Anything?” Hua asked behind her, floating upside down outside the cockpit door. He liked to do that, showing off his gravity genetics. … More Alone (Stories on a Theme – “Isolate”)