He hadn’t seen the old man since he’d left them all those many years ago. Stewart didn’t know how to feel. His mother succumbed to illness many seasons ago, and his sister Lucy broke contact after she left for the Nine Isles. There his father was, with a grizzled grey beard, and deep wrinkles etched […]
It was as if the ocean itself waged a sudden and colossal war. The waves crashed against the ship, and the heavy spray of salty water made it nearly impossible to see anything. Most of the sailors had taken shelter, but some were still on deck and were finishing changing the regular sails to thicker […]
She knew full well it was going to be the last thing she ever created. The art piece was almost complete too. A zealous charge overcame her, and her brush no longer made the delicate strokes when she started the piece. She could not restrain her anger any longer, and bits of paint landed on […]
Everyone in our neighborhood knew Angela. She was my curly-haired little girl with the energy of a rocket engine. She loved to play all sorts of games with the other first graders on our street. Days and evenings would be filled with laughter and joy as they played soccer in a nearby field, street hockey […]
Fifty seasons had passed since the end of The Sunder. Memories of the long civil war twisted my dreams into horrid shapes, until I only slept a few hours a night. The memories were part of me, though my old body and mind refused to accept them.
A terrible sense of unease took hold of her, and she assumed the worst had happened down below.
They were too late.
The Prince furrowed his brow, “Come out, whoever you are! Who hides in the shadows of trees?”
An arrow whistled through the air…
Still as stone is the river as I crawl closer for a greeting As if some distant heart had stopped its natural beating Years together yet you know me little—I must confess I am a thief, and now a dying one no less (Please do not let this note cause you too much distress) […]
A few words, a sketch of a face, some silver, and that’s all it takes for someone to die in these wild parts. You know part of my story already, don’t you?
Sweat rolled off his forehead and burst upon the concrete floor as he examined his work. “Finally, a moment of rest,” he thought to himself, and rubbed his aching shoulder.