It had been fourteen days.
It didn't feel like it had been that long.
It felt like it had been much longer.
I remembered it like it was yesterday, yet it felt like a lifetime ago.
I remembered clearly, the looks on their faces, …Posted 11 months ago
A silent journey home.
Foxglove came over when she spotted us. "Noleka, what-"
"Please don't call me that."
Foxglove tilted her head. "What?"
"Don't call me that name. I don't want it anymore."
"But Noleka, that's your na-"
"Not anymore. Please. Call me T…Posted 11 months ago
"Who are you?" she asked after several moments of silence.
"N-" I realized I didn't have to keep going by that name. I had a chance to tell someone something different. What I'd been thinking was... "Tourmaline. My name is Tourmaline."
A few more tense mo…Posted 11 months ago
Several years later, I was sixteen. Life had continued much the same, although Verux was now hesitant to send more people. We'd been pretty successful in beating them back, especially with Nochra on our side. She was an incredibly skilled fighter, with a …Posted 11 months ago
I can see the stars, but I don't have the fuel.
My trajectory is set, but I'm gazing off to the side.
I'm going somewhere, but not where I'm looking.
The possibilities are limitless, but my choices finite.
I started too early, and I'll be too late.
W…Posted 11 months ago
It had been fourteen days since he left. It was my choice, but, I couldn't help but think that this isn't what I signed up for. It had been a tumultuous twelve years and I knew I had to say goodbye, but I couldn't help but feel like I was ruining my life.…Posted 11 months ago
Package tracking was the best worst part of the purchase process.
I followed it religiously.
Always updating to see where it was.
Always waiting. Always checking. Always waiting.
It would say how many stops away it was but still I would update the pag…Posted 11 months ago
There she is; I'd recognize those eyes, that smile, the laugh that can melt steel.
Her eyes met me from across the room and I knew something serious was on her mind. It was foreboding and exciting at the exact same time.
She walked over to me with a str…Posted 11 months ago
The sea and sky have been entwined all day,
Both a pale granite grey.
A flat calm - clouds in the ripples and ripples in the clouds.
Now it's dark, and the distant ship lights look like stars.Posted 11 months ago
Osterley spoke first - words tumbling out in a rush.
"Something's happened at base. Or the spell was interfered with -"
Silvertown's voice rode over her, tone steely and gaze hard.
"There's nowhere we can go, and we don't have time to carry the wizard …Posted 11 months ago
Mornington found a syrette from his bag. He pressed lightly and drew a single shining bead of its contents; a light tap from his wand turned it into a dense white foam several times the size of the droplet that it had come from. Pushing the needle in unde…Posted 1 year ago
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The swinging gate transformed. First, two broad arms uncurled from within the wooden slats. They stretched past us and scooped Riddy and me into a crushing bear hug. Then, when I was still seeing stars from our heads knocking together the wood grain took …Posted 1 year ago
Just one more choice and destiny is yours. The universe whispered like she might hear.
When Kimber emerged from the employee lounge she was wearing her apron stocked with straws, stirrers and napkins. She got too many looks with her hair down, but bett…Posted 1 year ago
Power hummed through Rahmi's veins. Each pull of the thread brought a fresh surge of energy that threatened to break her concentration.
This time, she told herself. This time, she would not fail. This time, she swore it, and she would swear it again and a…Posted 1 year ago
She had a flicker of sadness as her ship pulled away from Lorentz Station.
She didn't pay it much mind though as the adventure ahead was far greater than anything she could have imagined: A posting on the USS Elena Pitjeva. It was the first Orion class s…Posted 1 year ago
The evening was clear and cool, a magnificent end to a warm autumn day. We leaned against white-painted porch rails to watch the sunset. Ma joined us for one, grimaced good-naturedly at the burn, and told us not to stay out too late before disappearing ba…Posted 1 year ago
She was the kind of person who could spend all day talking about her makeup to a camera. After all, it was much easier than talking to a real, live human about... well... anything.
She could imagine that she was just sending the video out into a void. A …Posted 1 year ago
I was supposed to feed the wallabies.
Oh, I remembered about an hour later.
It was a slight the wallabies would not forget nor forgive.
I'm convinced they keep a list in their head of each person or creature that slights them in the smallest of degrees…Posted 1 year ago
Silvertown watched Mornington snap open one of the new standard-issue collapsible aluminium wands. He held it against the ulnar vein in Newkirk's wrist and closed his eyes; she felt him send an exploratory pulse of magic into the dying magician's bloodstr…Posted 1 year ago
Beckton applied pressure to the wound through Newkirk's wadded-up coat, leaning in and using both hands. His attempts were met with no success, even after Silvertown joined him.
A noise came from behind, a rhythmic thump of boots against a wooden floor. …Posted 1 year ago
Far away. In another room, in another place.
On a map table surrounded by officers and staff, a painted wooden figure that looked remarkably like Silvertown - down to the sparkle of her dress - took on a sudden lifelikeness. It waved for attention, spok…Posted 1 year ago
He was tired. He'd read the same sentence four times and he was still stumbling across the words like he'd never seen them before. He instantly dismissed the absurd thought that the book was rewriting itself as he read it.
Inserting the bookmark, he cl…Posted 1 year ago
There was blood everywhere. The wizard's shirt and jacket were soaked through and one blood-red stain was spreading across his coat. Beckton was covered in it, as was the floor, but he drew a pocket knife and started cutting at fabric. It wasn't hard to f…Posted 1 year ago
He liked the knife; it was his favourite. A Wusthof chef's knife, he'd bought it online and it hadn't been cheap. He liked it's shape, the fit of the handle, the grind on the long cutting edge.
He liked the way the knife cut.
He liked the way the knife pe…Posted 1 year ago