Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
“Ashilde immediately felt blinded, unable to see anything in the paralyzing darkness; a sensation only made worse when she felt something catch on her foot, causing her to trip. Only air met her and she barely pivoted to land on her side, though Anóra still cried out into her chest as they collided with the... Continue Reading →
“Together, they sat shoulder to shoulder underneath the wool blanket, pressed up against the rock she’d raised earlier. With a huff, Kianthe waved a hand at the pinyon pine tree, and its branches slid aside to reveal a window of stars. She extinguished the firelight with another unspoken spell, casting them in comfortable darkness.For a... Continue Reading →
“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 →
Of Worlds Forgotten 