0 Comments
0 Shares
45 Views
0 Reviews
Directory
Discover new ideas, create new connections and make new friends
-
Please log in to like, share and comment!
-
The Wistful Witness"Did you eat?" The question hung in the air, sharp and cold. Thomas did not answer. He stared at the bowl. It was white. Porcelain. Empty. "I am not hungry," he said. His voice was a rusted hinge. Margaret sat across from him. Her hands were folded. They were still. They were white. Like bone. "You must eat," she said. "I cannot." "Look at me." He looked. Her eyes were dark. Deep wells. He saw...0 Comments 0 Shares 45 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Faded DustThe mirror in the north tower of the manor did not reflect the room as it was, but as the room had been before the silence took hold. You stand before it now, a boy of twelve years with hands that shake not from the chill of the stone floor but from the terrible, vibrating weight of what you see. The glass is ancient, a slab of polished obsidian imported from a land that no longer exists,...0 Comments 0 Shares 46 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Wistful ShowThe rain fell in sheets of iron. It hammered against the slate roof of the watchtower, a relentless drumming that drowned out the wind. Thomas stood by the barred window. His hands were bound. The rope was thick. It bit into his wrists. He did not look down at them. He looked out. The mist clung to the valley below. It swirled like smoke. It hid the river. It hid the road. It hid the truth. A...0 Comments 0 Shares 48 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale TowerThe stone was cold against the back of Elias’s hand, a slab of slate chipped from the cliff face that held the lighthouse in its granite teeth. He held it there, not as a weapon, but as a talisman, a physical anchor to the present moment while his mind drifted into the grey, churning void of the sea. The wind howled outside, a low, mournful groan that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow...0 Comments 0 Shares 42 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Wistful CrossroadsThe bell rang once. The sound hung in the air. It was heavy. It was cold. It did not fade. It stayed. Elara stood by the gate. The iron was black. The iron was wet. The rain fell. The rain was thin. The rain was fast. She held the cloak. The cloak was blue. The blue was deep. The blue was old. She had woven it. She had woven it tight. She had woven it warm. It was for Thomas. Thomas was...0 Comments 0 Shares 55 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale BonsaiThe train shudders. It is a violent, metallic shudder, like a beast clearing its throat before a scream. You sit by the window. The glass is cold against your cheek. Outside, the landscape is a smear of grey and brown. It is not winter. It is not spring. It is the time between. The time when the world holds its breath. You are not supposed to be here. Or rather, you are supposed to be exactly...0 Comments 0 Shares 46 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Distant ThresholdThe hammer fell. It hit the beam. The wood split. I did not stop. My brother looked at me. He had blood on his shirt. It was not mine. I kept swinging. The shop was gone. Just dust. And iron. And my hands. They shook. But I held the tool. My brother, Thomas, stood in the doorway. The fog rolled in from the river. It tasted of coal smoke. And rot. "Stop," he said. His voice was thin. Like...0 Comments 0 Shares 43 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Distant NightmareThe feast hall smelled of roasted lamb and wet stone. Torches guttered in the iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows that danced against the rough-hewn walls. It was a noise, the joy of it. A deafening, grinding noise. Sir Aldous raised his goblet, his face flushed with wine and triumph. The banners of the Red Lion snapped in the draft from the open doors. They had won. The border forts...0 Comments 0 Shares 50 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Distant PromiseThe iron taste of the air is the first thing you notice, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat and refuses to be washed away. You stand at the edge of the precipice, the wind here not merely blowing but howling with a voice that sounds suspiciously like the low, ragged breathing of a dying animal. Below you, the city of Oakhaven sprawls in a tangle of soot-stained brick and...0 Comments 0 Shares 45 Views 0 Reviews
Arabic
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Deutsch
Turkish
Dutch
Italiano
Russian
Romaian
Portuguese (Brazil)
Greek