I dread the lengthening of days, the long, lazy clambering of the sun, the way the space between each cricket's chirp overflows its edges and bleeds the silences together. Another summer without you. This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt, in which the editors asked us to describe summer … Continue reading Summer
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Shade Redux
I was twelve when I chose my name: Shade. Shade, with all that it implies: the sheltering darkness of the forest in the heat of the summer; the shadow cast by a lone tree or a tall tower in the moonlight; the restless spirit of one whose time came too soon. Before I named myself, my … Continue reading Shade Redux
Ephemera
My memory of my father was full of ephemera: mental snapshots of his face, pages of promises kept and broken, all posted against the pillar of my mother’s refusal to speak of him. << Previous Installment | Next Installment >> This post is part of the Jade Dragon series. It follows A History of Silence, and was written … Continue reading Ephemera
Possibilities
The dead man's eyes stared. "They want to kill you," said Jax. "They want to frame you. Or they want to win you back." I shuddered. "I don't know which frightens me more." << Previous Installment | Next Installment >> This post is part of the Jade Dragon series. It follows Thorns, and was written in … Continue reading Possibilities
The Rarity of Rain
I remember rain. Sheets of water running down the slanted street to pool by our garden wall. Fine droplets suspended in the air like a bated breath, waiting to condense enough to fall. I was ten years old when we left Verdure, and my father had just been killed. The absence of moisture made little … Continue reading The Rarity of Rain
