Tag: fiction
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Moon Prince
Lilliana was sweating under the weight of the heavy woolen cloak. Despite the shade of the forest, the summer sun reigned high overhead and made all of the apprentices warm. In three days the equinox would be upon the Mildian village, but before then the apprentices who had come of age needed to be assigned…
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Pollen Sample: Onyxdrift
Abramo was speaking animatedly about the properties of the pollen and how the pharmaceutical companies of Elysia would be especially interested in it as well as the rest of the flower that Kasper had made the mistake of coming into contact with. In trying to move the plant out of his way, it had discharged…
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Tullia’s Morning
Tullia lay awake and listened as the raindrops splashed on the leaves of the plants outside. She closed her eyes and internalized the soft rhythm, wishing she could will herself back to sleep with the help of the rain. She counted her breaths, in and out, trying to keep her mind still so that she…
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Incognito
It was freeing to walk through the town square on market day. A certain liveliness filled the air with townsfolk and merchants filling the space with their goods and coin and voices. It had been a couple of decades since Aydin had been able to relish this feeling of walking through the common folk. Being…
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A Portrait of Lilliana
Just start, Argus thought to himself. Just put a color on there. The blank canvas grew and loomed before him as the anxiety rooted itself deep into his chest, growing tendrils to knot around his stomach and creep up his throat. Beyond the canvas his subject sat patiently, a maid posed in the gown of…
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The Wildlife of Holbeck
Torin sat quietly at the kitchen table peeling potatoes while all around him the cooks and maids clamored about preparing the evening meal. Fires burned and pots clanged while the dishes clinked and the chef cursed. It was the same chaos every evening and Torin slipped out the back door as soon as he was…
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Destination: Onyxdrift
The lord of the realm, Samael, sat indifferently on the throne peering over the top of the glasses perched on the end of his nose. Documents rustled in his hands as he looked for the appropriate resume and then shuffled them back into place. “Let’s see…you’ve been working in portal maintenance for the last fifteen…
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Gobnat’s New Friend
The earthenware cup sat on the rickety three-legged table steaming with herbal tea while Tullia busied herself at the fireplace, toasting a slice of bread for her breakfast. When it was golden she pulled it away from the flames and dropped it onto the wooden plate, slathering it with blackberry jam. Her wiry curls of…
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The Dinner Guest
Dusk drew long shadows from the objects of the quaint suburban neighborhood. Yards were fenced with white picket fences, and a pack of unsupervised children rode their bikes down the street hollering to one another about the fantastical games they were playing even as they headed home. They paid no mind to the well dressed…
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A Boring Breakfast
The inconsiderate sun was shining brightly through the glass panes of the windows where the drapes had been neglected. The air was stuffy inside of the closed room, stale from the long night, and the birdsongs that should have filled the air were muted beyond the stone walls. Carina, huddled under a quilt, stared about…
Paper and Rabbits 