A Freak of Nature_Hemley’s Choice_Averna's Crown_The Song of the Sky
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A Freak of Nature
Every word came out slowly, like he had to think each one out first carefully before speaking. “Your.. face.. tells… me… you… think… I… am… a … freak, a… freak… of… natwww.onedoor.ccure… maybe just… stupid.” He was mostly right, of course. He had read my face right. I was in desperate need of a ‘public interest’ story for our weekly local paper. I had heard about this guy, actually overheard in a bar, from some old-timers talking about ‘Harris the freak.’ These are desperate times for journalists. I have to follow every lead I can find. I bought the old guys each a beer, This is what I learned.Harris went t...
Hemley’s Choice
Hemley lowered the hood of his black cloak so his forehead disappeared, the sign of respect demanded by law when in public. His hands tucked out of sight and his beautiful face blurred out in darkness like the hundreds around him. One could no longer tell whether passing another Man, Woman, Zaikai, Anjel or any other amazing soul that lived in these lands. All were subdued under the black veil of anonymity, wandering in a sea of hoods moving in waves like the old oceans used to. The Mackeyes were always watching even if they couldn’t be seen. Some would still tell the old tales in secret. Le...
Averna's Crown
Averna falls atop a mountainous region. Waterfalls cascade down the chiseled cliffs. Misty forests line the walls of the country. The people worship their queen. She brought peace to this region years ago. Villages are scattered across the queendom, each with its own flag, and it’s own representatives. May suns bring flowers and greenery, but along with them... sorrow. Amira falls ill. Averna’s fearless leader bed bound and broken. The doctor arrives in her chambers carrying a medical bag a heavy prognosis. He speaks, “My queen, I’m afraid that your ailment is terminal,” His eyes shift to the ...
The Song of the Sky
Luna sat and stared out at the endless black water, sparkling with countless speckles of shimmering light. Pinholes in the perfect velvety blackness of the calm ocean. A soft wind blew, her raven hair flowing behind her on it like a cloak made of pure night. There was no sound except the whisper of gentle waves as they crashed against the rocks far, far below, and the brush of the breeze against her face. Peace. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of clean, crisp night air, and then let it out slowly and deliberately. She savored the taste of it as she exhaled. She peered down, down, d...