Who said that travelling had to be about space or time? It’s not, not always. It’s sometimes those in-between spaces, those thoughts and the actions that don’t really count to anything on their own, apart from the fact that you tried them. Maybe today you take a different route to work. Maybe tomorrow you pick … More In-Between (From the Archives)
“So,” Faiya said, moving her sword off the side of the bench and buckling it to her waist, “what do you say?” Ingeot tapped his leg thoughtfully. He always did that when he thought no one could notice. One of his ticks. “Sure,” he said, standing up, “fighting a horde of demons with you? Where … More Spark (100 Words)
The next morning, the birds sung over the Ruins of Evale. It was a haunting sound. The city should have been alive with the noise of hundreds of thousands of lives being lived. You shouldn’t be able to hear the morning songbirds this close to the walls. Tarya toed the ground with her boot. The … More The Ruins of Evale (A Teacup Story)
When someone told me that happy memories could be as powerful as sad ones, I never believed them. I never understood how powerful they could be because I had never had one of those memories. The ones that I could just pull out of my mind and bring in front of my minds eye and … More Day (100 Words)
Ani took a breath in, eyeing up the next hand hold. Almost there, she thought. She swung her arm, letting her weight carry her forward and – There. Her fingertips slid into the tiny crack as she let go of her first hand hold. Her foot swung out on instinct, hitting the foothold at her … More Climbing Raqueni (A Teacup Story)
Falyese traced her fingertips over her lovers muscles. Troph’s shoulders were the most beautiful part of him, in Falyese’s opinion. Strong from years of welding in the ship’s underbelly, but rippled with scars from his youth. They told a story, a story of who Troph was. “Hey,” he said, opening his eyes. “Sleep, my dear,” … More Sinuous (100 Words)
Vineck pulled the mask over his face. The long beak of the mask stuck our a good half a foot from his face. He adjusted the straps at the back of his head. It was heavy, heavier than he remembered it had been last week. But this week is different, he thought. This week it … More Mask (From the Archives)
Manela looked at the corpse at her feet. “Just do it,” Terak said. He always thought that this was easy to do. Necromancy was an art. It was the art of the soul, of the thing that connected the conscious mind to this dull plane of existence. Rain hammered around them. Manela wished it was … More Necromancer (A Teacup Story)
Nadine watched as the world crumbled at his feet. The magic tore through the town, turning the buildings and people alike into dust. He lowered his hand. “It is done,” he said, pulling his gloves over his decaying hands. It was the first sign, the skin rot, before the madness took hold. He walked away … More Decay (100 Words)
“Would you look at that,” Zeeta said from the cockpit. The spaceshuttle arced gracefully downwards towards Planet 34-5, known in previous generations as Planet Earth. Small white clouds were punctuated against the bright blue of the planet. Apparently that was called a sea. So much water, Zeeta thought. It seemed almost impossible. “I wonder what … More Planet (100 Words)
