It only took a handful of years after the fall for the wild to reclaim the land. It crept and wrapped itself around the hostile world. Mother Nature embracing her unruly child, turning rebellion into submission. All we had built with such disregard crumbed to dust, subsumed by the earth. What is the work of [...]
She looked at me with earnest, curious eyes. "Where did you get them, Grandmother?" "Oh, they came from all over. From different times and places, different moments and feelings. I carved them from tears and laughter, joy and worry, time and remembering. Each is as precious to me as the last because they show I [...]
Your fairy tales have it all wrong. I am the Master of the Spindle and I spin not from straw but from magic. My silks are not of gold but of stardust. I spin nets to catch dreams from the night and jewels from the morning air. I spin swathes of silken lace fine enough [...]
We had been floating for days. The mainland long out of sight. With no power and scant amounts of food, people were starting to get desperate. We still didn't understand what had happened, why this little bit of land had just broken off and floated away. Pulled on an invisible current too...where? We still had [...]
The harp, it was said, summoned dragons. No one in town really held with that kind of nonsense; dragons, along with faeries and elves, had been consigned to legend. Even so, there was an air of suspicion around the fine gold instrument for, though it had stood encased in glass for centuries, it still gleamed [...]
"Death becomes you, my dear..." Her whispered words were cold against my cheek; her embrace a steely grip wrapped in cashmere. She stepped away, still holding my shoulders in her iron talons. Her cherubic face tilted as she regarded me, the ghost of an enigmatic smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Blinking, I [...]
The first time she had stood, unnoticed, on the street corner, the city had barely been a hamlet. Now the rush and bustle of a metropolis surrounded her: the neon lights and constant hubbub buzzing like flies in the periphery of her vision. She had stood on this spot on the same day each year [...]
When she was a little girl, her mother told her stories of dragons who lay hidden in deep caves guarding mounds of treasure. One ordinary Tuesday, she set off to find one. It did not take long, for her mother had taught her well what to look for, and she soon found a crack in [...]
It passes through the hands of many. From age to age it travels, hidden in the pages of history, but few discover its secret. It appears to each, on first sight, to be empty: a blank canvas on which no-one dares paint. But occasionally, to the right, precious individual, when the moon is a sliver [...]
Thrive In Chaos 