Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
"The light unfurled toward the center of the glass again, softly warming like the horizon before the sunrise- a dramatic change from darkness, but not painful to look at. It drew tight toward the middle of the glass, an eye closing swiftly, and as the light coalesced it suddenly flared so strongly that Clara clamped... 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 →
“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 →
Of Worlds Forgotten 