I wait, safely, in my bunker at the bottom of the sea. In my bunker I have everything I want: I have games, and food. I have places to run, and places to sleep. I have books, too, down in my bunker. In the books I visit other places, meet other people. But only in … Continue reading I wait
Frozen Hilltop
I grew up next to a magic hill. From the top of it I could see practically into the next state. or so it felt. I don’t know what kind of magic it had, or why it had it; maybe an angel landed on it at some point, I don’t know, but I felt it: … Continue reading Frozen Hilltop
The Tide
I walk with purpose toward the endless horizon before me. On my left and my right, the waves lap gently against the shore. The clay beneath my feet is dry and cracked. It’s been a long time since the last tide, but I can see the shoreline disappearing. The waves close in on me from … Continue reading The Tide
Are you sure it will be okay?
Dennis’s blood is bubbling up slowly from beneath my hands. It covers my arms and is all down my blouse. Dennis is trying hard to take even breaths like I told him to, but I can feel his stomach twitching in pain. He tries to speak. “Are... you sure... it will... be okay?” No. Never. … Continue reading Are you sure it will be okay?
Monsters
I set out last week on a quest to slay monsters. They have been accused of banditry, of stealing livestock, and poisoning the river with their excrement. The evidence is convincing, the cause is just. As I have been traveling I have been thinking through my approach, refining it, perfecting it. It is likely the … Continue reading Monsters
Monks
In order to meditate properly, a monk must be able to eliminate all distractions. Each year the trainees will learn to ignore a specific stimulus, from loud noises, to cold, to pain. At the end of each year they are given a test; the masters will attempt to distract the students in whatever discipline they … Continue reading Monks
Fire in the Basement
When I was leaving for work, the day before yesterday, I noticed that a small fire had started in the basement. I was already hustling to get to work on time. I decided to deal with it when I got home. The fire was still small, when I got off work. I didn’t have time … Continue reading Fire in the Basement
Backstage
Casey carefully goes through her finger exercises, limbering up each one in turn, making sure they’ll perform. She paces as she does them, and takes long, careful breaths to steady herself. She moves her head back and forth before switching to her arm warm ups. She picks up three balls, the soft beanbags are very … Continue reading Backstage
Sand
I walk with my arm in front of my face, my back hunched. The wind blows sand at me. The sand gets in my hair and my eyes. It sticks in the hair on my arms and legs and chest. My mouth has never tasted anything but grit. I stumble as the sand shifts under … Continue reading Sand
The Ultimate Point
Two dozen or so men stand on the sidelines, they are divided evenly between white and red. They are a frenzy of action, pacing up and down, yelling, cheering, encouraging. That is the last role left for them. The field stands quiet in contrast. Just 7 men to a side, calmly discussing their last-minute strategy, … Continue reading The Ultimate Point
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