A young lass exploring other worlds from the comfort of my bedroom. I aspire to experience life in the moment. Take note, if I don’t write here, I’m likely working on another project.
A young lass exploring other worlds from the comfort of my bedroom. I aspire to experience life in the moment. Take note, if I don’t write here, I’m likely working on another project.
I need to continue forward, otherwise, the others may lose hope. The man who carries a locket and the girl with curly red hair who follows him around have disappeared from the compound. It could mean breach in safety protocol, or it could mean a traitor is among us. Regardless, I need to report to the greater leader about this. After all, I am merely the barrier squad commander.
Along my path to ...
Finally! The weekend! Time to start the chores and errands! Meaning, time to make a LIST. Lists can be used for different things: tasks to do, groceries to buy, or putting favorite songs in order! My, oh my, is list-making not the most satisfying thing? Even more satisfying when you complete it!
For me, lists help make sense of the chaos that is life. So much information to keep track of! How othe...
Twin streams intertwine in Cosmos.
Reflections of those that came before and those that come again, spiraling over and over.
Life blooms in Cosmos in a cradle called Terra, warmed by Sol. Terra harbors a race of sentients that she teaches to see the twins in the then, now, and after. She teaches them in stories of time flowing and space expanding, so they understand.
In understanding, the sentie...
Ava finds it hard to believe, as she lay shivering next to the town pub’s back door waiting for someone to bring the garbage out, that only a day before, she had never known hunger. Her thick winter cloak is now spattered with mud and smells of sewage. She has abandoned her stinking, wet gloves after a rough man pushed her to ground near the the sheriff’s station. It’s possible he just didn’t see ...
I roll over, the creamy bedsheets curling with me. The morning light drifts in through the window, as my eyes drink in the view of my new vast belongings. The gold trim on my expansive wooden bed frame glints cheekily in the corner of my eye. I vaguely acknowledge a thought as it passes through my foggy brain: if an assassin were to find me right now, tangled in these sheets, I wouldn’t be able to...
This feeling consumes you in a gray daze, as though you are wearing sunglasses on a rainy day. Everything around you seems empty, or like cardboard cutouts of real life. You are sucked inward, wondering about things you don’t normally think about or notice. One example of this may involve you counting the number of smashed cigarettes on the side of the road or remembering the first time you ever g...
I zoom through the halls, desperation creeping into my thoughts as I enter the control room. But, no one is here? I see the monitor with a live feed of the city square. Suddenly, I feel a prick in my neck. Next, my footing becomes uneven. Is it the room itself or just my mind that’s tipping? Threatening to spill me over?
A slow, drawling voice begins speaking, but it’s hard to understand everythi...
The pitter, then patter. It’s the familiar but distant sound of her feet. They echo off the walls, traveling down the winding tunnels to inform me of her coming. She’s a ways off yet… I think she has just jumped down into the gulley outside my niche. A break in the normal pattern of drip, drip, dripping draws me alert, and I raise my head towards her.
Her breath steadies, then she gently says, “G...
I begin to awaken to the sounds of feet shuffling and the clanging of a pot. My instinct to stretch becomes instantly quelled by the restraints binding me. The scent of perfume hangs heavy in the air. Finally, my eyes open, vaguely obeying my insisting muscles. I don’t know where I am.
Quickly, I gauge my situation. I am bound by the wrists and ankles, hogtied and gagged. At the moment, I am toss...
The sun’s morning rays blind me before I even wake up. I roll over in my slumber and pull my wing above my head. The next thing I know, light, dancing fingers tickle my midsection until I’m writhing. My wing extends out and smacks my attacker away.
My sister giggles hysterically as she picks herself up off the floor. I groan loudly, “Matildah, how many times do I have to tell you to stay off my p...