Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
“Maman lied when she told me there were ghosts in the ocean. Cold water pressed at my ears, the breath in my lungs warm and taut as a paper lantern. Shapes appeared in the murk below, towers rising out of the darkness. Strands of kelp swayed back and forth between broken stone and rotting wood... Continue Reading →
“Jules fucking hated space. The low-g, or micro-g, or zero-g, or whatever the fuck you called it. The c-effect that made her stomach screw up and threaten to burst through her lips at the first sign of spin-grav. The promise that, if she stepped outside of her manufactured bubble, death, and only death, would meet... Continue Reading →
“Life can be long or short, it is impossible to know, but every once in a while an entire life is spent in one night, the night when the windows are open and you an hear the last of the crickets’ call, when there is a chill in the air and the stars are bright,... Continue Reading →
“Love was inside every story. Love lost and found, red love that stained your heart, the darkest love that twisted into despair or revenge, love everlasting, love that was true. You carried love with you wherever you went.”-The Book of Magic by Alice Hoffman September must be a time for Alice Hoffman. I first read... Continue Reading →
“If you faced downstream so that you couldn’t see all the doors, it was pretty. Soft mist, rolling water, silvery leaves. I tried to dredge up some of the excitement I’d felt before. I was standing somewhere completely alien, completely unknown. There was so much possibility, just waiting to be explored.In the concrete hallway, which... Continue Reading →
“The trees were full of crows and the woods were full of madmen. The pit was full of bones and her hands were full of wires.Her fingers bled where the wire ends cut her. The earliest cuts were no longer bleeding, but the edges had gone red and hot, with angry streaks running backward over... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 