So! You'll have noticed that I haven't been the MOST active here lately and that's because I'm the worst sort of writer in the world. I have a TON of flash fiction stored up, especially for my patreon patrons but that's the thing: it's for my patrons. So that being said. If you enjoy my … Continue reading Moving! Sorta…
The egg was nestled in a dusty jar, settled in the far back of an overfull cupboard bulging with dusty tin cans and dirtier jars. Little light reached the egg, and the incubus was glad of it: no real children could be born after being drenched in sun, and play, and laughter. Every fortnight, the … Continue reading Incubate
Jocasta was finally, finally done with Max. For three weeks their town and their livelihoods had been suffering, and it was all very definitely his fault. The day after Max refused to let Kadijah do her duty by the Leviathan, the local fishermen, freedivers, and scavengers went out as they normally did only to return … Continue reading Songs of Sea and Void 4
By the time the Sea Storm Festival rolled around, Max was ready to get on his ship and sail away from Reach forever. The previous week had been nothing short of hellish for him, and it didn’t fail that he went home every night boiling with suppressed rage. Everywhere he went, he was followed … Continue reading Songs of Sea and Void 3
Kadijah was shaking like a leaf by the time she and Max entered their home. He was carrying her, and as soon as he set her down, she was stumbling on shaky legs to their bathroom. The sound of her dry heaving and crying soon filled the silence. Max quietly shut the front door and … Continue reading Songs of Sea and Void 2
There was someone calling her name. Kadijah could hear the echoes of it on the wind, a lilting call that kept her from a well-deserved slumber. Beside her, her husband of only a scant few hours, Max, slept on, blissfully unaware of his new bride's wakefulness. Affection tugged at her heart as she stared at … Continue reading Songs of Sea and Void 1/?
Angels are strange beings. Born from pure mathematics, the subtle bending of spacetime, and a twitch of Source's thoughts, angels long to understand human thought. It is beyond them, as far as the thoughts of the desert are from the rainforest. When sent to watch humankind, an angel is first instructed to slow down their … Continue reading Space Micro Fic #17