Stars, like me, fish the seas. We cast our lines to plink against the waves, one glimmer of light to another. I know you think that’s sun or starlight sparkling across the ocean top, but its not. What’s really shinning is a wish. A hope. A dream.
Fight or Flight
Fight or flight. Which option would you go for with extra skills? I shifted, testing the gravel’s solidity. Disrupted by the rains, but still stable enough for running. No one had spoken since the accusation cut through the crowded square. Instead eyes narrowed, mothers clutched children, and men gripped their weapons. I was instantly aware…
Bounty
The rock was cold beneath Summer as she waited. The sun strove to warm her skin even as the spray from waves beating the stone tried to cool her. Summer knew the waves would win. The sun was dipping behind the low clouds even as the tide rose. Well the spray would win unless they arrived first.
Not Till Dawn
There was nothing quite like hard molded plastic chairs to make sitting uncomfortable. Especially when the model was designed for pain. Still, Maxim supposed they were better than the droning of the devil.
Trading Places
“Oh no.” Ollie crossed her arms and glowered at Timothy Morrow. “I ain’t taking the blame for this one.”
A Choice of Kin
Steps echoing, Constance paced the corridor with hands behind her back. She shifted her grip with each step against the folds of her full skirt. The bridge guard’s pressed the button as she approached, allowing her entry.
Dancing on the Edge
Mavean danced on the edge of the abyss. Her skirts caught in breezes wafting from the mists below, but her feet returned unfaltering to the ground. She longed to fall, but they were not done with her yet.
Darkness Tamed
“Edgard.” His name. “Edgard, it is time.” She called. He moved a shifting of darkness waking from nothingness. Form coalesced as he flicked from his rest. Only a strand of trailed behind him as he landed on the branch, ink twisting through the air. Cocking his head to the side he looked at her and cawed.
Trouble
Mamie clamped her jaws together and forced a smile. She gasped the mug in her hands, pleasantly warm if the soup was not pleasant to taste. Still… “Such kindness, sharing your meal.”
At Peace, Not Rest
Dahlia’s gasp broke the silence as she sat up. Grass shifted in her hands as she grabbed for anything, tearing from the ground in her grip. Raising her hand, she opened her fist and watched the grass drift lazily to the ground and disappear, melting into the green.
