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To plant a rose on the sun
Ninety-Six Days The Khan’s dark eyes follow the path of the cool water. They follow the stream of the waterfall from the edge of the steep crater, where it begins, to the always splashing pool beneath it. The heat here is often oppressive, and the sight of crystal clear water falling over the baking, orange stone of the crater cools the Khan.As he drapes his legs from what is almost highest point of the spiralling walkways carved into the craters wall, he sees his Tengrikhan nervously approaching from two revolutions below. The Tengrikhan is the exalted spiritual leader of the Crahtak people, ...
Match Week
Maddi Weathers tapped her foot on the floor, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. When it was finally her turn, she displayed her name tag, and the Council President handed her an envelope. As Maddi walked away, she traced her fingers over the letters on the front: “Maddie Weathers”. By now, she was used to the extra “e”. Pursing her lips, she opened the envelope and unfolded the enclosed paper. “Jayden Turner” was written at the top. Maddi furrowed her brows. She didn’t know anyone with the last name “Turner” in Zone 5 ... Jayden must be a Transfer. Keeping that thought in the bac...
The Familiar
Amid the haze of exhaust-tinged fog and the mechanical hum of traffic, a cat pads across rain-slicked pavement. She ducks into an alley lined with overflowing garbage cans, picking her way around puddles. Although few people are up and about this latwww.onedoor.cce – a line cook smoking a cigarette after his shift; a homeless woman slumped against a bus shelter – the cat sticks to the shadows. She darts down Broad Avenue to where it intersects with Charleston Street, then banks left toward the river. Overhead, storefronts and townhouses loom, their windows mostly dark. Another block, and she abruptly reache...
The Robed Woman
Trigger warning: This story contains non-explicit depictions of physical and emotional abuse. How did we get here? My brother and sister are playing with the other two younger boys. The view of the beach is amazing from here! The boys and their father live here and we were all invited to come over to enjoy their huge beach house. The father was a friend of our mothers in high-school.I let myself in the front door to hear the kids all having a blast and I am excited to join in, even though they are all much younger. I see our mother walking down the staircase in nothing but a robe and the boy's...