My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“We have determined the radiant point of the Anguseid meteor shower.” Dr. Bayer’s announcement was drowned out by the cheers of the other observatory astronomers, save for Ish Echlin, who sat away from the crowd watching a recording of the moment of discovery on continuous loop. Ish was convinced they were missing something crucial. With … Continue reading Deep space
The story so far... King Rája languished in a hammock lashed between two stanchions buried deep into the sand. Attendants held fans over the royal, shielding him and his wizard from the harsh coastal sun. The necromancer was divining signs in the bloody bones of a sacrificial goat. “The portents are pointing to your reign … Continue reading As the spirits move you
The heavy rains had finally subsided, but the run off left deep pools of muddy water in rutted furrows at the edges of the battleground. As the sun reached its zenith, steam rose from the heated puddles, and tiny mounds of dirt popped up in random intervals. Miniature land mines, on the verge of exploding … Continue reading Beware the warts of March
Nannie MacGill, the iconic septuagenarian and public face of Nannie Mac’s Oatmeal Raisin Cookies, sat ramrod straight in the witness stand. Her face expression-less, save for the pencil thin line of her tea rose-pink lips, Nan endured the prosecutor’s questions with silent outrage. “You expect the court to believe you had no knowledge of what … Continue reading Proprietary information
Like sharks feasting on a lost and hurt swimmer, their feeding frenzy is no less bloodthirsty. Picking at tender, unhealed scars, they scrape away vulnerable self-esteem, peeling it off as easily as filleting an angelfish. Circling, prodding, waiting for the right moment, they go in for the kill. Reaching out, hoping for mercy from these … Continue reading Flag warnings
The story so far... The King’s sergeant-of-arms, Calen, half dragging and half carrying Maud, burst through the tent entry, swearing at the sentry to leave them. Maud fell into the pile of cushions, trying to cradle her left arm, her hand wrapped in what looked like a bloody rag. She screamed in pain when she … Continue reading Voices carry
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