Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
“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 →
"'I think I get it,' said Tanjae. 'History is variable. Only, whenever it changes, the world's memory changes with it and no one realizes it's changed. Except for the person who traveled back in time. It's like in adventure games where the character remembers only one route, but the player remembers every route ever played...'"The... Continue Reading →
"She gasped. It had been a long time since she'd felt his blood magic in her veins. Qadir rarely healed her. He did not believe in mending minor injuries- especially not the ones she suffered because of her own "rash" decisuons. The magic was an unpleasantly cold and prickling feeling beneath her skin, one that... Continue Reading →
"The building sloped away like a smooth chalk cliff to the street far below. The cars parked there looked like those matchbox models you can buy in the five-and-dime. The ones driving by the building were just tiny pinpoints of light. If you fell that far, you would have plenty of time to realize just... Continue Reading →
"But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart." 11/22/63 by Stephen King 11/22/63 has been on my shelf for quite some time. I knew I... Continue Reading →
"A cloud of butterflies had engulfed the broken train in the night. The train crawled along the tracks, a wounded, dying beast, and the butterflies hit the broken windows and burst inside and fluttered along the corridors where blood-soaked carpets lay ruined. The Kid and the Stranger were holed up in the enigneer's cabin and... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 