“Let us raise a toast, to Mito!” Captain Ralaydin raised her mug high into the air. The rest of the crew followed her example. Mito blushed. Not from embarrassment, he appreciated the gesture, but all twelve pairs of eyes staring at him was a bit much. Mito raised his glass to. “To the successful Blood … More One of the Crew (From the Archives)
“Do you have it?” Lauren nodded, hand still tucked inside her jacket. It might not seem much, this little tin box full of blue powder, but it was going to change the world. Their world. Vaskier slipped out of the shadows that spilled from under the arches. Lauren could feel her skin crawl as Vaskier … More Under the Arches (From the Archives)
Warmth. A kind warmth not the beating heat of a desert but the gentle caress of sunshine on your skin. Birds humming in the treetops, some loudly singing as they wing their way through the clear blue sky above. It brings with it a sense of belonging. A sensce of presence. Because sunshine demands that … More Sunshine (From the Archives)
“Why do we have to listen to this again?” Ake grumbled. “Because I’m the driver,” Sarah replied, slapping Ake’s hand away from the radio. The engine of the car roared loudly as she accelerated down the empty road.It was a long drive, this hunt was going to be particularly nasty considering there were numerous demon … More On the Hunt (From the Archives)
The bruise makes a curious dark pattern across my skin. In any other situation, this mingling of purple and black would be almost beautiful, after all the colours flow in and out of one another like the gas clouds in a nebula. But on skin? No on skin it is not beautiful because it hurts. … More Bruise (From the Archives)
Even the stars die. It is just the way things are. But it doesn’t mean that things cannot be forever, because when stars die their energy goes out into the universe, spreading far and wide across the vacuum. The star does not disappear. There is something of it that remains behind, the energy that is … More And so the stars, they die (From the Archives)
And just like that, the end of August arrives. Despite having been out of the September/September school year for quite a few years now, there is still a sense of renewal at the end of August. September still holds that refreshing newsness even if it no longer holds the excited nerves of starting a new … More A New Leaf (August Blog)
Loudness deafens even the most difficult of emotions. You drown it. You hold it down underneath the waves of noise and you hold it whilst it struggles for air. Whilst it fights to be heard. You turn the music up louder. You hold it down harder. Then the emotion dies, it gives up. You turn … More Volume (From the Archives)
Geoff played the music not for practice, but to just let himself go. It was not something that non-musicians would understand. Whilst you had to learn the technical skill, whilst you had to practice again and again, whilst you could perform for hundreds upon thousands of people, making them cry, making them laugh, making them … More Music (From the Archives)
Fey pressed her hand up against the cold plastic of the ship’s window. Outside, the stars hung in the blackness of space, quietly glistening in the otherwise lifeless vacuum. “Do you think it’s out there? Earth?” Fey asked her husband, Kegro. “I hope so,” Kegro said, as he wrapped his arms around Fey, his hands … More I'm Here (From the Archives)
