There's something high up in the sky

I saw it flashing by my eye

And then it soared into the clouds

Its shouted hums, its muffled louds.

I'm frightened, dear; what can it be

That's sneaking there on top of me?

Is it a drone? A bird? A bomb?

Will I be …

The Archangel of Sparks.

Malika had heard of this, but she had never actually witnessed it. She had never been a devout follower of the Church, and her local vicar had never, to her knowledge, before summoned an aspect of any of the three Archangels. He …

I don't know science, but I've heard some stories

Of physics, chemistry, and bio-glories

If I could be as steady as the nat'ral laws,

I'm sure I'd find self-confidence, because

It seems that all the world will just obey

Their mandates strict, no matter …

I'll never know how you could build this gate:

This time and place and structure to explore

A valley that exists behind my pate

Uncanny in new ways I can't ignore.

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I gaze at the horizon--distant, pale

I wonder at the 'hemoths on the coast

I tread wi…

What would it be like to break into a hundred different worlds? A thousand? Would he ever get used to it, the way you get used to the routines of a new job? Ray looked at the device he held in his hand. Abruptly, he tossed it up, sending it spinning end o…

Malika did not bow her head. So far as she was concerned, faith had failed her. Her eyes had been on the holy man, his vestments - tattered as they were - and on the implements of his office. And so she saw the candle of Varenniel puff out of its own ac…

It's a site issue - Ethel hasn't been able to figure it out. We were trying to upgrade the code to a more modern system which wouldn't have the same issues, but... life happened.

Sorry :(

(Posted as a story because I can't comment on your story or send …

Dear Dairy,

Today was an awesome day! !

You know that carton of pickles in the back of our fridge, the one on the roof? Well I was gnawing on the wrapper this morning when I finally broke through the plastic frieze packaging and got a mouthful of brine. …

Malika shivered. The events of the night still weighed heavily upon her, and it was difficult to wrap her mind around the loss of her village, the fight with the Lycanders, the destruction of the lesser deathless, and the conflict with the greater deathle…

A bell rang in the distance, and Malika rose from her cot, plucking Morduth up from where it lay beside her. She knew the sound of that bell because she had heard it regularly most of her life. This was not quite like the bell in her village, though. The …

Well the new pickles of the litter got along great with me, we played tag and price and code and dead and then we all bundled up in our garters and gilt and glit and flit and kilt and were in the bin of shipping in a nonce.

The dear improprietor of me got…

We used to believe things when I was a kid; I'm only 17, but that's plenty old enough now. We used to believe we would live forever, and things would would work themselves out. We used to believe this was our planet.

The year is 2040, and now we know…

Malika slept restlessly that night. Her sleep was plagued by dreams of shadows and flames, the yellow infernos of building burning. Creatures moved among those flames, casting long silhouettes across the carcasses of homes that had fallen into embers. Of …

Anger flared inside Malika, and she failed to noticed the light aura of flame that momentarily erupted around her hand, even as Morduth lay by her side, untouched.

He is right, Mistress, the sword declared. There is much about my own history that even…

Malika woke with a start, sitting bolt upright. Morduth was in her hand, ablaze with blue flame that crept up over her hand and wrist. As always the flame did not harm her. Rather it brought her comfort and warmth, and she reveled in its light.

Mistress…

The moat had not yet been filled the day I crossed the drawbridge. The main structure was standing tall, but not all the wings and towers and battlements had been completed.

Hammers, saws, welders, and all sorts of construction beeps and hums rang for we…

Malika reflected back on her battle with the deathless. The lesser of the creatures she was able to cut a wide swath of destruction through, banishing them back to Ashmar with ease. The greater deathless - a Gorgon, according to Morduth - that one still t…

The train hissed as it prepared to leave. The whistle blew, signaling the last call for passengers to board.

I looked up into the face of best friend. In that moment I saw every escapade we'd ever had in reverse. I was left with the day we met. He'd lean…

I laid on top of my bed, replaying the train station good-bye over and over in my head. It had been a month since he left. He was probably through basic training and beginning his specialization. I rolled over and reached under the bed to pull out a box o…

Malika paced steadily deeper into the woods, sword out to the side. Pale blue flames, barely visible, licked along the blade's length. Near the base, just above the hilt, the only space not utterly consumed by rust, was etched a single word. Truth. It was…

Orthael kissed the symbol and took a deep breath, feeling the power of his god like a warm wash of water. The exhalation is a release: a surrender of all that comprises him, an acknowledgement of his weakness and an acceptance of strength that is not his …

You have been asleep. But you're not in your bed. You don't even remember going to sleep. You feel like you're still half in some kind of murky dream.

Gradually you become aware of a dull roar, not far away.

You shake your head, hoping to clear it, but th…

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