Storytelling, in Paragraph Proportions
Storytelling, in Paragraph Proportions

Storytelling, in Paragraph Proportions

A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.


Fragment 88

5 Aug 2023 1 minute read 1 comment Jay Lonnquist

First there came a caressing vanguard: a wavy lap unceasing.  Pressing and swishing bitumen-swells against the flotilla’s restive, salt-discoloured hulls.  These waves grew measurably choppier, as the false-dawn born of bright Sufa and its obscene ho...

Fragment 87

29 Jun 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist

It is known that after the Paper God had abandoned the Here for the Otherwhere. Its unutterable consort, Sufa the Braided, descended into a maelstrom of horror and unbalance. Shedding tears of salt a thousand-fold more caustic than the anguish of any...

Fragment 86

21 Jun 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist

He turns from his listless sea-gazing and peers at Pyna, who perches, still as statuary.  Her eyes glistening like chips of cracked opal, wandering some unknowable middle-distance. “Do you ever speak, plainly.” Plain is not What Was Proffered. Someth...

Fragment 85

17 Jun 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist

Her presence is silent and opaque.  A secret place. A piece of porcelain penetralia.  A puzzle-box, gazing meditatively out over the sloshing, nighted sea. Umin regards Pyna for a wordless moment, before turning to peer out again into endless, lightl...

Fragment 84

9 Jun 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist

Twenty-six bells, since the pair had boarded Meshmin’s flagship undergalley. Umin stood, rubbing fingers into weary, purpled eye-sockets and pressing tired temples.  He is densely shrouded against the tacky salt-dew and chill, in a sombre sea-robe. ...

Fragment 83

6 Jun 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist

The Shir is a beast of burden. In their youth they are diminutive, shapeless fleshy blossom-forms, drifting and filtering the lightless and grim under-flows of the Great Lower Sea. It is in this still unformed, latter quarter of their youth that they...

Fragment 82

27 May 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist

The Great Lower Sea. In prose poetical and spare, the Innulians have brooded upon its obsidian-salt gleam, long since before men and women first strode upright, and bartered their souls away to the gods. Its aspect is treacly and insouciant. A perpet...

Fragment 81

18 May 2023 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist

The chamber is blandly furnished.  A grey tenement tepidly illumined by a few grey candles, and tin lantern-forks. Like silence, made skin and temporality, she drifts and snakes down the low lintel and onto a rough-planked floor blotted by the sour d...

Fragment 80

17 May 2023 1 minute read 1 comment Jay Lonnquist

For a thousand years, the Opal Quarter has spread and sprawled like a hungry, fungal organ from out the ventricle of the great City’s heart. There are walls within walls, within tangles of odd architecture.  Common masonry in the embrasure of uncanny...

Fragment 79

7 Mar 2022 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist

Not altogether far now from the disciple’s encroaching approach, the martinets of the Burning Houses had begun their march, hours before the sun sank into its early winter cradle. They moved in modest groups of three or four with steady, ample warine...