Eron shot through the rippling water. He kicked and propelled himself downward. The sun above beaming thinning tendril rays towards him through the water as he dove towards the floor. The pressure built in his ears and nostrils, the air in his lungs seeming to gain weight as he approached the blue sand. As he […]
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Eron’s Pulse
The carriage bounced up and down, and wobbled side to side, as the rickety wheels rolled over rocks and debris, and dipped in and out of divots and pot holes. This road was poorly maintained, and the longer the carriage followed this path, the worse the jostling became. There was a snort from the horse […]
The Waste (XV)
The figure glided towards her hunched-over form with the dexterity of a ninja, her sobs muffling the otherwise barely audible shuffle of soles across wood. Abigail’s keen senses felt the approaching presence of the stranger, as the curious bird cried out in the trees in the distant darkness. A phantom heat drew her attention over […]
Eron’s Arc
It was beautiful. The object rested on Eron’s palm, perfectly balanced and level. The symmetry was immaculate. It was virtually weightless, Eron only noticing the friction of the grain of the wood against his palm as it rested there, and not any sense of downward pressure upon his hand and wrist. It wasn’t quite a […]
Catch and Release
Like a fish yearning for food, I kept swimming close to shore. I saw the shiny lure, and the morsel on the hook, and was fooled once more. The sharp pain of the hook didn’t hurt so badly, I took it willingly. When it sunk in it had the draw of connection, but the helpless […]
Eron’s Strife
Far below him, the village burned. Eron’s right foot clanged down on the next dusty step, and the rest of his body paused. He closed his eyes, and with mouth closed, took in a deep breath through his nose. A pungent stench of leather, salty-sweat, and blood, rippled through his nostrils, and the bouquet caused […]
Eron’s Gift
She lay in the bed an arms length from him. Even in her incomprehensible stillness, when Eron looked at her, the beats of his heart skipped when he gazed upon her beauty. Though he could barely see the rise and fall of her chest, and though her skin was a deathly shade of pale, the […]
The Waste (XIV)
Abigail maintained her daily vigil at the docks for weeks, each day persistently hopeful that one of the sailors would approach her and offer to take her aboard his ship, set sail upon the great blue ocean, and teach her the secrets of the fisherman’s craft. But despite her deep yearning and consistent attendance at […]
The Waste (XIII)
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 […]
Plumbing Depths
Give. The well is deep. Give. Though your eyes may weep. Give. The reservoir is full. Give. Though it may hurt your soul. Give. The reserves are plentiful. Give. Though you find your wallet resentful. Give. The cup runneth over. Give. Though thy world be asunder. Give. The seconds provide. Give. Though you feel out […]