Abigail guessed at the sailors place on the water relative to the docks, and marked several jettys as potential return-homes for the fisherman who had opened the door, ever so slightly, to her pursuit of seafaring knowledge. She knew that there was a possibility that she had imagined the young man’s smile, but Abigail was […]
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The Waste (XI)
The next morning, the pumping mechanism in the pen was engaged by the villagers, and the inhabitants of the octagonal enclosure were encouraged by immaculate engineering, to revisit the seas from whence they had been captured. It took little time after Allamar’s edict of augmentation, for the unwed fishermen of the village to have docked […]
The Waste (IX)
It had been a great while since he took his boat out without the intent to return with scaly sustenance and crustaceous delicacies. The gliding of the craft through the water and the subtle dips and bobs as the craft navigated the waves was a panacea for the stress that bore upon his broad shoulders. […]
The Waste (VII)
Before Allamar brought his scaled, water-dwelling colossus to the village, the succession of chieftainship had been passed generationally, from father to son, for as long as any living member of the village could recall. The passing of time had been so considerable since the last catch-to-chieftainship, that none of the villagers could specifically remember whose […]
The Waste (VI)
Paris slept poorly, and woke many times. Though, when he woke, he knew not whether it was hours that had passed, or minutes. Adjusting to sleeping during the day, when his normal routine would have him awake, and walking, not sitting for many miles, was challenging. After many hours of sleeplessness, Paris had finally sunk […]
The Waste (IV)
“A story?” Paris blurted incredulously. “How, may I ask, is a story payment for transportation?” “It is not a matter of how, but why.” “Why then?” “The intricacies of the transaction may, in time be revealed to you, traveler. At this point you must simply decide whether this is a cost that you wish to pay.” […]
The Waste (II)
When Paris woke, he was still cocooned inside his blanket. The air trapped under his cover was hot, and stale. His skin was damp and sticky from sweat. His first thought was to throw off the cloth shell, and expose himself to fresh cool air. However, the thought that immediately followed this, that which reminded […]
Open Heart Cataclysm (XIX)
Tristan rose, unhurriedly, from his kneeling position. He turned, and made his way back to the bathroom. He moved in a confidently, curiously relaxed manner. When he returned to his prior position, facing the mirror, he brought his hand up and regarded the object pinched between his fingers. It was several inches long, made of […]
Open Heart Fragmentation (XVIII)
As if struck by an intense arctic chill, time slowed to a desperate crawl, with each nanosecond feeling like prolonged seconds, or excruciatingly exaggerated minutes. The curious, planet like orb, slowly descended through the stale air of the bathroom. It floated towards the counter with the speed of a slowly descending soap bubble. The black […]
Open Heart Insight (IV)
“Ready?” “I think so.” “It’s not really a question that you can respond to unsurely. Either you are, or you aren’t?” “Ready.” “Go ahead then. Let us in.” Tristan stood in front of the door, arm stretched forward, with the key in his hand. Some wildly debilitating magic froze him in this spot. He breathed […]