Previous Amyra led the others to the shipworker. “Hello. I’m Raean Iarili,” he said in hesitant Rhetian. “You can speak Lilacan,” Amyra said in Lilacan, chuckling. “They all speak it perfectly well, too.” “Quite the fishing trip I shall have today,” Raean said, also laughing. “All right. Here’s the boat. She’s a steady one; no […]
Written 10/16/09 Underneath everything: A color, lurking, Dimly veiled; Where is it? I ask. I seem to have to have lost that color Hidden in every word Hidden in every number Hidden in these human inventions But yet I know Tan is grey Two is red Four is green 2 is the prettiest letter But […]
Statice Swirl is a twelve-year old gymnast who trains at Niche National Gymnastics, which is owned by her mother Trili Swirl. She is training for Junior Elite and placed 3rd out of 30 at Nationals in the next lowest level. Sundays were always Statice’s free days. She usually slept past eight o’clock, ate breakfast […]
Previous Two days later, Ellna was saying good-bye to the Ornod house. She carried her changes of clothes and a few ancient jewelry sets in her bag. Corina and Cenai were carrying the books with their clothes. Corina had her dark hair fully covered, but her face was still very Rhetian. She was a somber, […]
Previous Ellna continued to ignore the boy, who eventually gave up, and got the bread from the ovens. She started towards home. Something made her glance over her shoulder. She realized that the boy was following her, and, worse, he had two guards with him. She quickened her pace a little and took a right […]
The road back from the refuse pits was hot on a warm Aarae day. Ellna’s feet felt as if they were on fire as she climbed up and down steps and ramps. All of the trees of Ornod, Lilaca Island had been cut down countless years before. The last time Ellna had seen a tree, […]
Edit: I later learned that the author of this article was complaining about certain people who call themselves feminists but aren’t. The then-Editor-in-Chief changed the wording. Today, I was saddened when I opened the page to my college newspaper, of which I am an editor of. Why? Because one of the other female editors […]
The moonlight lights the sand and ocean up in a weird way. The world is black and white, with no colors. I like the smell of the sea air and the rolling and crashing of the waves ebbing in and out. The reeds and the sand dunes are absolutely beautiful, too. I like being alone. […]
The sun sweeps across a golden land, far, far away. Tillia is watching a cloud, wishing she was up on it. There is nothing to do here, nothing at all. Except starve. It was the worst famine on Lilia Island in many, many years. Tillia wondered if the cloud would bring rain. It was floating […]
I arrive early afternoon on Saturday. It is warm out, warm enough to be spring despite being early March. We eat lunch and chat. We go for a walk. It is a little muddy out, but outwardly seems more like a day in May or so. S and I play on the swings, acting for […]
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