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Monday 27 May 2013

The Shape of Time

“An infinite moment.”

“...watched him fall in slow motion.”

“The evening passed in the blink of an eye.”

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Friday 17 May 2013

The Fires of Olitzansu

Evening sunlight poured through enormous windows, bathing the stone room in rich, orange light. The landscape beyond those empty frames reflected in Amets's silver eyes as her long neck curved back on itself. Her mate, Zorion, arched his back and fanned his wings, all grace and strength.

She wanted that for her child.

She flicked her tail to get his attention, and he whipped around. A slow smile spread across his muzzle before he reached out to stroke her neck. He knew. He could smell in on her, in her.

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Friday 26 April 2013


I crouched at the top of the ridge line, gazing out over the valley. The atmosphere, heavier than what I'd become accustomed to while on the city ship, pressed down on me, and the test rat, Goliath, snuffled contentedly in his wire cage. Below me, the landscape sprawled in undulating shades of sepia.

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Saturday 6 April 2013


Her wineglass dangled from careless fingers. Isabella tipped her head back, letting the sun warm her face while she listened to the sound of her best friends' kids rolling in the grass a few yards away. Stomach full of delicious barbeque chicken and more than a few family secret salads, she felt lethargy drawing her in under it's soft, tantalizing blanket.

And then one of the kids screamed.

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Saturday 30 March 2013

Fairy Baths

The garden waited in predawn shadows, heavy with dew and hope. A child, barefoot and silent, tiptoed out into the grass and stopped next to a golden daffodil. Her father crouched nearby, leaning in to hear her words.

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Saturday 23 March 2013

The Private Place

Birds flit overhead. Nat doesn't look up, just keeps running as fast as possible, looking for the tree. It's an old tree, and by rights it probably should be dead. A space between two roots on the back side of the trunk allows entrance to the rotted out core. Claw marks score the ground that falls away under it, showing the work done by the animals who have used this place as a home in years and decades past.

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Friday 8 March 2013

After the Water Rises

Mother tells me it was our fault; humans caused the great flood. She tells me we are descended from lucky people. The sky dragons were watching over her and her parents and my other ancestors that day when the water fell from the sky in buckets, so strong it melted the snow at the ends of the earth and covered the rest of the world.

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Tuesday 5 February 2013


She stood on the balcony of her apartment and looked out over the city. Lights glittered below her like so many promises, pretty words that may or may not mean anything. Her fingers twitched, longing for a cigarette that she didn't have because she'd made that promise to herself. Instead, she pulled pins from her hair, letting it fall down her back.

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Saturday 26 January 2013

The Crimson Scar

"I shall be the crimson scar writ fresh across thy flesh."

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Thursday 17 January 2013

The Strong Ones

They're gone from the world now. The Strong Ones. The ones who served a god who did not judge, but simply offered love. Not the love of a mother, with it's skittery panic and guilty disappointment, but the love of a dear old friend who has been in the world, felt both its beauty and its pain, and knows that no one is to blame.

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