The Choosing of Scoral and Lune #writephoto

The Choosing of Scoral and Lune (878 words) Scoral was a handsome mer, graceful and strong, his long hair the color of ripe kelp and his scales the same fiery orange-gold. He was chosen by Lune for his fearlessness and wildness. All mer have that wild edge to their personality, but Scoral was known toContinue reading “The Choosing of Scoral and Lune #writephoto”

Seasons and Morning Mist #writephoto

Seasons and Morning Mist (203 words) She remembered standing on that ridge overlooking that moorland. It had been a morning like this a little over a year ago. The sky had been that pale, cool pink softening towards a rainy afternoon chill. She remembered huddling under her cloak, trying to keep the rain out asContinue reading “Seasons and Morning Mist #writephoto”

Facing the Stones (434 Words)

It was traditional, not to say required, to be married before the stones. The people of the fields and drops of Little Boulding had kept to this tradition, not at all a requirement, since before anyone could remember. So of course it was expected that if they were to be married, even a goblin andContinue reading “Facing the Stones (434 Words)”

Heroes Never Die

Heroes Never Die (628 Words) “Brother?” Thor flinched. He knew that voice too well. He turned restlessly, trying to force it out of his head. But it was there, always there, in his heart. “Thor…” Thor’s elbow hit the TV tray. He cursed, throwing a plastic plate across the room. “Get out!” he shouted. “GoContinue reading “Heroes Never Die”

Little Girl

Little Girl (56 Words) The aliens were sensitive to life forms, but Ji11 wasn’t a life form. She was the last thing the humans in their containment cell expected to see, carrying the codes for their release. Ji11 would never understand the relief on the captives’ faces, but she understood the pride in Mary’s quietContinue reading “Little Girl”

Amorphous

Amorphous Summer’s lease   is short But if he had         compared her To a cloud             we’d know It was true             for clouds Somehow             are never The same               but always Changing               under Under                    the eye And                       yet They are                 always Just                         the same As                           a Song.