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Friday Flash 13: Crossing the Divide
A fire crackles in the distance. Your head still throbs. The fever still weighs heavy on you. You open your eyes and find yourself lying in a bed inside a small cabin. You remember collapsing suddenly, so you could be awake. Someone might have found you and brought you here. But you aren’t sure. There’s…
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Friday Flash 12: The Lake Between Worlds
You paddle your boat across the dark, still water. You don’t know how you got here or why you have come to this place. The fog is slowly consuming your memories. It wasn’t always there. You had a home and a family once — before the fog stole them.
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Teardrop
Mr. Harring flipped a switch on the wall, igniting all of the lamps in the library at once. Their soft golden light illuminated the thick Persian rugs, leather chairs, and Harring’s many books standing neatly on their walnut shelves.
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The Sword in Lake Mitchell, Part 5
Awareness broke slowly. Kaelyn lay flat on her back, surrounded by softness and warmth. If it weren’t for this, she felt like she would spread out and melt into a puddle. She knew she was waking up because her right arm stung.
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The Sword in Lake Mitchell, Part 4
That evening, Kaelyn walked out to Lake Mitchell. The water rippled, calm and black. Phobos was already high in the sky, and Deimos was rising above the trees. Twilight was fading fast. She wasn’t usually out this late, but the sooner she did this, the better. She found her rowboat in its hiding place. She…
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The Sword in Lake Mitchell, Part 3
Ville’s chapel was a small stone building in the northwest corner of town. Kaelyn pulled her wagon over the threshold and passed through the shadowy entrance into the sanctuary. The wheels clattered over the stone as Kaelyn walked past the wooden pews. Sunlight filled the room, tinting the white walls ever so slightly pink. Ahead…
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The Sword in Lake Mitchell, Part 2
It was the last day of Mina. Soon, it’d be midsummer, when all of Mars would throw spontaneous parties. A trip into Ville was an all-day affair for Kaelyn, so she had to make it worthwhile. That meant going to market. It was one of the most profitable times of the year for merchants, but…
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The Sword in Lake Mitchell, Part 1
Kaelyn swam through the cool, clear water, scanning the lake bed with her flashlight. The heart of Lake Mitchell was dim, even at midday. Unlike Kaelyn’s other diving spots, it was eerily still and quiet. There were no plants, no fish — only silt covering the one-hundred-year-old remains of a naval battle.
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Friday Flash 11: The Clocks of Tynsk
There was a clockmaker in the town of Tynsk. He lived on the fringes, aloof and alone. He never opened his door to the townsfolk, but welcomed every lost traveler and poor wanderer.
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Bael-Sur
It feels so long since I last wrote to you. I can’t remember when I last wrote a letter to anybody. So much has happened, and I scarcely believe any of it.