Beneath the Essence Fog_THE WAITING GAME_Aquamarine of Sapphire Skin_Mile a Minute
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Beneath the Essence Fog
"Crow's eye view." Joy's words raced to the sky, protected by the blanket of her whisper. Her tome responded with a radiant glow. Shreds of crow feathers cradled between its pages dissolved into golden dust, spilling onto the forest floor like sand from a shattered hourglass. Joy's essence reserve ignited within her, and she sensed the spiritual energy evaporate from her skin, prickling her body with icy needles. Then, in the recesses of her mind, she detected the presence of a new, vast essence reserve. Another fellow Mythfarer?She gripped the strap on her side pack tighter with a grimace. It...
THE WAITING GAME
THE WAITING GAMEThere are places in the world that you may have never visited but feel as familiar as your hometown.New York had always figured high on my list of locations where I felt an emotional pull but no particular desire to experience in the flesh.My work with the Irish airline Aer Lingus saw me land and take off worldwide but only stay for a few hours. Over the years, my bucket list of return destinations grew longer, but the ‘Big Apple’ was not on it.Brother-in-law, Matt had migrated to the US nearly thirty years before. Initially, we heard little from him, but he became more communi...
Aquamarine of Sapphire Skin
"So, what's the catch?" asked Vassilis, the leader of the group.Glauco Ponti shrugged, holding up his basket of fish. "Just the usual suspects. Some sardines, a few octopuses, nothing too exciting."Dimitri smirked. "Come on, Glauco, don't hold out on us. You always manage to catch something interesting."Glauco shook his head. "Not this time, boys. Just another boring day on the water."But just as he said that he felt a strange tug on his line. It was stronger than anything he had ever felt before, and he struggled to keep his footing on the boat as he reeled it in."What the hell is that?" he y...
Mile a Minute
***mentions drinking, gun violence and death occur, implied that a woman is fearful of being attacked in the city*** I slammed the door of the taxi shut. The sky was crying with a hot fever. "Follow that car." I ordered. The wrinkled, orange man put the car in gear and drove. I couldn't see the silver city www.onedoor.ccthrough my window. I didn't like how the window was my only escape from the stifled smell of plastic and this man. I powered on my i-Phone. I didn't have time for the half eaten apple now or ever. I furiously typed in my passcode and drummed on Snapchat until it opened. I foraged for her nam...