An Ordinary World

Sometimes it gets hard to remember how it used to be. The past takes on some semblance of dream half remembered, fading as the dawn’s light illuminates the present and turns the past into a morning mist that fades and is gone. The mornings take on a routine again, not the same routine as itContinue reading “An Ordinary World”

The Sentinels

We remembered these skies. It took a long time to get back to them, but we remembered the blueness of their open vistas that spread out to the horizon and the clouds floating free on the winds and breezes. So different to where we’d been. Chorla took me by the hand and led me upContinue reading “The Sentinels”

A Hard Road

It was hard. It was wet. Steve didn’t know what he was doing here, lying on it. It was cold too, against his cheek and against his chest through his soaked shirt. The wetness was seeping through the thicker denim of his jeans too. Steve reached out his arm, trying to find something to grip,Continue reading “A Hard Road”

When the Dreams Don’t Let Go

Sometimes the night holds on too tight. The dreams are reluctant to let us go, they hold us there in a world we know is not our own, but we’re unable to find the route back to this world we call real. There have been dreamers lost in the night, even as the long summerContinue reading “When the Dreams Don’t Let Go”

The World in her Hands

She held the small blue green sphere in the open palm of her hand. It didn’t quite rest on her palm, but floated above it, revolving slowly. ‘What is it?’ I bent to peer down at it. ‘It is the world… this world.’ I looked up, around at her bedroom. ‘Seriously? Come on.’ Shenta lookedContinue reading “The World in her Hands”

How a Story Began

Think of this. Think of a moment that turns the day from one direction into another, thereby changing everything. A way of taking time, moving it from what could be to what might be. We all have those moments when our days change, sometimes in ways we do not notice at the time. We goContinue reading “How a Story Began”

Making This Country Great Again

It doesn’t matter… not anymore. There was a time when this world seemed in need of saving. I knew I was the one who could save it. I was the one – the only one – who understood it like no other. I was the only one who saw through the mists and fogs thatContinue reading “Making This Country Great Again”

The Necessity of Pockets

It was pockets Freng missed the most. Back in the Sun Empire, you wore as many layers of clothing as you could, to protect against the rain and the cold. Each layer could have many pockets. For a man like Freng, who had so many secrets to keep, several pockets, many hidden deep between theContinue reading “The Necessity of Pockets”

Everything Comes Back to Time

There is time. There is always time. At least, until one day there isn’t. That was what Glench thought. For a while… well, for most of his life up until it happened. No, that wasn’t true. Glench shook his head and tried to remember which of the two glasses was the one he was drinkingContinue reading “Everything Comes Back to Time”

Travelling Man

I wandered into town carrying my guitar and a handful of songs. As I left the last town – I’d already forgotten its name – there was talk of bandits on the road. But they had not bothered me. Travelling musicians don’t get much trouble from bandits. They know we are poorer than they are,Continue reading “Travelling Man”

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