The Door into the Stories

I was frightened. We all were. They say the waiting is the hardest part, and that is true. We all were too scared to think, to hope to dream, to fear. You hear rumours, of course. But back in the Learning, they told us it did not matter what we felt, whether we hoped, dreamedContinue reading “The Door into the Stories”

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”

When the Crows Laugh

We knew the story long before we young ones realised the place existed. A tale told by the old ones around the fires at night. They talked of the Old Times, and we thought they were just stories. Stories like the tales of the various long-ago gods fighting each other until they killed this world.Continue reading “When the Crows Laugh”

Sometimes We Forget

Of course, we forgot. Forgetting is so easy, except for those things we do not want to forget. Even now, after all these years, us older ones cannot forget those times, or what came after. Now, though, there is so much to remember, and – well – sometimes, we forget. Susan must have forgotten, that’sContinue reading “Sometimes We Forget”

The Others

The mornings were cold, dark and slow. Jenna felt a reluctance to leave the warmth of her bed and shuffle out into the cold and dark, especially now. She knew she was safe, for now, inside the house. But she didn’t know how long it would last. The Others, out there, were learning, or remembering,Continue reading “The Others”

Tales of the Old Used to Be

There was a time when there used to be stories here. These fires, burning through the night, would be where the people gathered as they waited for sleep to come. We would tell each other tales; sometimes the tales of The Old Used to Be, sometimes tales of hunts, scavengers, loves and loses. Even then,Continue reading “Tales of the Old Used to Be”

The Times Before

It began out here, far from any place. But the ruins still remain, showing that, long before these times, people lived here. At least, that is what the legends say. The stories were passed down from Old One to Old One, telling of the times before long ago. Times when these places rose up likeContinue reading “The Times Before”

Those Old Stories

Out there, in the wastelands, lie the remains of the cities the gods built. At least, according to the legends, the gods built them. The old ones, at night around our fires, tell us the stories their old ones told them when they were young. These are the stories of the gods who lived hereContinue reading “Those Old Stories”

What this City Used to Be

Something…. There was movement out there. Something flickered past one of the windows, or rather one of the holes where the windows use to be. It had been a long time since there had been any windows. Only us older ones remembered when those holes in the walls had glass in them. Back then, theContinue reading “What this City Used to Be”

Only The Heat And Dust

The distances danced in the heat. We watched from the shadows. It was too hot to be out there, during the hottest hours of the day. But there was something moving out there, we could see it. Shading her eyes as she watched, Wendy turned to me before letting her hand drop. I did notContinue reading “Only The Heat And Dust”

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