[Note: a short version of this story was posted at yeah write's fiction|poetry challenge, where the word limit is 750 words. Many thanks to Rowan G and her brutal editing skills for cutting it down to size. We thought it might be interesting to show how we whittled this down to the bare essentials. I'd be curious to … Continue reading Listening [the long version]
"If it came down to it," I'd asked Jack once. "If you could only save one of them..." "One of who?" he wanted to know. "Kyna or Katie. If you couldn't get to both of them." "Katie," he said without hesitation and with a conviction I couldn't mistake. I nodded. He'd just been confirming something … Continue reading So real
I was a beautiful child, or so they tell me, and I believe them. I am beautiful now. It's why the Church took me in, I think; it's certainly why they called me Angel. The Priest of the Dawn himself named me. I was just a few weeks old when I was left on the … Continue reading Angel
I say I don't believe in fate, except I do. It threads through every life I cross: Each tangled thread a knot--a cross I freely bear. One fate composed of sundry threads. I weave a tapestry of threads, of knotted strings; I cross my fingers, trust in fate. If fate decides which threads to cut … Continue reading Cat’s cradle
Looks can be deceiving. You see a tree, arms widespread, reaching for the evening stars at the end of autumn. I see the turning of the seasons, the earth's heartblood siphoning up and away, leaching into the blue sky. Sitting under its canopy, I float away. This is what I would have posted for the … Continue reading As the Wind
Christine Hanolsy 