Behind the Scenes_THE HOUSE_A Summer Upset_The Fort People
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Behind the Scenes
Promising my sister to be a loyal part of her court definitely wasn't how I expected to be celebrating the new year....especially with my parents seated on either side of her glimmering throne beaming with pride. It wasn't unusual for fed up royals to hand over the keys to the kingdom as soon as their heir became of age. In this case, my normally easy going and caring parents had finally reached the end of their tether when it came to ruling the land of Fae. After the bickerings of the seasonal courts over the last couple of months...particulary the Summer and Winter courts, it came as no sur...
THE HOUSE
“Looks like the gig is up for us. This little sprite had a lot of gall. He found the glitch, and we’re at a loss as what our next move should be. Certainly, we can’t bring harm to him, given he’s so young and innocent. But he knows the morbid truth and we can’t sit idly around twiddling our thumbs at such a breach.” “They’re sprites, simulated protocols fer God’s sake!”Xuan was only twelve, but that didn’t stop him from turning every little thing upside down to see what it was, or how it worked. He never stopped. One day, he chanced upon an old house downwind from an automobile manufactu...
A Summer Upset
“Do you think he’s going to shoot her?” Matt hissed in Jersey’s ear. They huddled between the firewood and the ice cooler. Nacho cheese and gasoline mingled together in that distinct perfume that belonged only to a gas station. Jersey crumped his five-dollar bill back into his pocket, plans of getting slushies on this hot summer day thwarted by the robbery currently taking place. “We should go, righwww.onedoor.cct? While we can?” Matt asked. “He would have shot us, if we’d been inside.” Jersey growled; his gaze flicked over to his friend. The unrelenting sun bounced off Matt’s short blonde hair making the...
The Fort People
We sit outside before midnight to listen for footsteps from the desert. I ask the man next to me why the spirits look like one of us. He says we can only see what we understand. His rough hand plops down on my head. “You ready kid?”Once the noise dies down, we stomp out the fire and shake the smoke from our blankets. I dig out the last scoop of beans and lick my fingers. The cans clink together in my bag while we walk toward our forts. I duck my head to get inside our dusty room. My brother shoves an old wooden door into the cut-out frame and clamps the sheet metal to block out the wind and co...