My name is Simon, but everybody calls me Jack. I am, truthfully, not certain why. They just always have. And I let them. It lets me pretend. Slowly, over many years, Jack evolved, and on a different path than I did, I should say. At first it was minor details: the types of jokes he'd… Continue reading It Grew to Be More
Lantern
"What good is a lantern that doesn't light?" "I already told you, it'll light when we get to the right place." "How are we bloody well going to find it in the dark?" I didn't respond, just pressed onward past the long grasses and into the tree line. The moon was out, we had that… Continue reading Lantern
A Letter From Talis Cayman to Avin Debberon
Avin, Should this letter find you, it's probably too late for both of us. I've made a grave mistake in coming to the isles, and I fear they're scheming to swallow me up. Most everyone is dead: Winters fell into a crevasse, and while we tried to reach him, we could find no bottom and… Continue reading A Letter From Talis Cayman to Avin Debberon
Pattern Breakers
The world was made of patterns. Eo lived to break them. It wasn't that he was antagonistic, quite the opposite. He just knew the truth: within the patterns lay the malice. The bigger patterns were called cycles. Paradoxically, the bigger ones were harder to see. The interlocking cycles could form larger patterns still, large enough… Continue reading Pattern Breakers
Lightyears and Lifetimes
Lightyears between us. Lifetimes. People weren't meant to think about such things, or reach across such chasms. I knew you once, like a fragment of a dream. But after so much slumber, dreams have been the primary experiences, speaking purely in terms of time, objectively, or as objectively as possible. But time is relative, and… Continue reading Lightyears and Lifetimes
The Wall
It was the wind that woke him. He kept his eyes closed and listened to his cape flapping in the air like a banner to a kingdom long forgotten. If he concentrated, he could trick himself into thinking the swirling, breezy, whooshing sounds were waves crashing upon an endless shoreline, the water almost close enough… Continue reading The Wall
A Thief in the Court
The girl was a thief. Many had suspected, which is as good as knowing when spoken with authority. She had stolen many things in public, but always these had been ethereal. She had stolen glances, looks even, stolen hearts on several occasions, and captured imaginations in scores. But here she lay now, bleeding all over… Continue reading A Thief in the Court
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