Turning it Off and Back On Again

It looked normal. Too normal. Clara didn’t like it. Things, she knew, shouldn’t be like that. When things looked this normal, something had to be wrong. She glanced around as she walked down the street. It looked like a normal Stourham Saturday morning. Which was odd. At least for a Tuesday. The man from theContinue reading “Turning it Off and Back On Again”

Then She Sang

  I knew her back then. Of course, everyone, these days, who wants some claim to hipness, they all like to claim they were there in the beginning before the fame, before it all went wrong. But I really was there, at the time. It was one of the cities near the edge of theContinue reading “Then She Sang”

The City of Her Dreams

Kerena dreamt a river that bought the melting snow down from the mountains to the warmer flat plain, turning the bare world green along its edges. It was here that she dreamt a city for her people, her family, her tribe, her silo. She built them a strong city, rising tall by the riverside withContinue reading “The City of Her Dreams”

No Sun or Stars

That winter was cold and dark, colder and darker than any winter I remember. It did not snow that much, so it was not a proper cold winter. It rained, and the mornings were dull and misty. Everything felt damp, with a coldness that wearied rather than chilled. I remember longing for one of thoseContinue reading “No Sun or Stars”

Not Even Here

I gave these things names. I thought it was important at the time that this should be a named world and that the creatures I put there should also have names. I have wanted a name for so long. For all those eons, I desired not just to be, but to be someone. But thereContinue reading “Not Even Here”

The Tears of Memory

There was a time. But then there usually is… or was. As you get older, you find that more and more the new days resemble the old days. Or, at least, I think so. Sometimes it is hard to know if I’m remembering something, or if this is another new day. Most of the time,Continue reading “The Tears of Memory”

Held in the Darkness

It was a long dark. It was a lonely dark. Lona lost track of the time, she lost track of her place. The darkness went beyond the mere darkness and beyond the shadows where she knew not to tread. Helda had told her that it was for Lona to come to know the darkness, toContinue reading “Held in the Darkness”

The Survivor

There are places that keep our secrets to themselves. Helva would go back to the clearing deep in the woods every now and then, just to sit and remember. She was still young, but she felt so old now that she had lost so much. Helva had nearly died during the winter, alone in theContinue reading “The Survivor”

How the Years Lost Our Secrets

Back then, there were secrets. I could see it in her eyes, that momentary hesitation before she spoke. Of course, we both lied, often to ourselves more than to each other. Somehow, though, that time passed, the lies faded, and those secrets were hidden away as we tried to forget them. Occasionally a memory, aContinue reading “How the Years Lost Our Secrets”

Sailing Away from Memory

Too many of those instances of time are lost now, washed away by the tides of day after day that scour this shoreline clear of flotsam. Beth believes memories left there are taken by the greedy sea of time that hoards its treasures too deep for any diver to retrieve them. Beth walks this shoreContinue reading “Sailing Away from Memory”

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