A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
8 Dec 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Pyna abruptly melts away into the dark. Umin hesitates and pauses, uncertain of the unseen path ahead. Then there is a ghostly brushing-against. Cool lips pressed upon his cheek and a playfully mocking whisper from what seems a mere passing breeze. ...
3 Dec 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
He swings his brass lamp from side to side, it's orange knot of illumination revealing places of stone both raw and cut with uncanny, incomprehensible steles of spidery cracks and characters. Old stone. From the days of the First Foundations, he’d ha...
30 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Like a thin ribbon of smoky perfume, the words stretch and are swallowed by the black nothingness embracing them both. -- Know then, the allegory of the Lamp. The rounds of engirding gloom… Something he had read and something, a portion of which, he...
27 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
With a final hasty mouthful Umin abandons, with a quirk of reluctance, the bowl and skitters after the heedlessly receding crimson cloth and girl-shape. “Then I’ve found the Shore..." The thought was softly breathless. A lingering apprehension, as...
24 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
I will take you to the Marquis Meshmin. This forces Umin to pause and swallow thickly. Fear and now something else bending his thoughts. "Meshmin, who keeps in the…" The Barrows. Hard by the Gate of Candles… It smiles with a spider’s silkiness. Sup s...
19 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Umin watches wordlessly, as the remains of rabbits fall wetly to the stones. It isn’t long before the meat stops dropping and the creature returns to its previous posture, offering the bowl to Umin as though he were a shying mutt. Not far from the tr...
17 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Terror strangles any further speech, as the creature pauses with uncanny stillness in mid-motion like some manner of alien supplicant with an outstretched brim-full begging-bowl. Oh... My love is a leaf-eater. With a tiny wry tugging at the corners o...
15 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Eat. Sweet. Lest you grow reedy. Umin, his breath locked frightfully away in his breast, licks tight lips and against all grasping hunger and screaming instinct of self preservation gives a little head shake and a struggling whisper. "Can’t. Took the...
10 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Cupping the bowl as though it were a frangible, precious thing in a pair of diminutive, death-pale hands. It peers unblinking up at the taller Umin, by a head’s height, aspect an unreadable mask. Only for the briefest of moments as the bow of its li...
9 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Into a shallow hands-breadth bowl, it ladles a stew, still bubbling thickly. The sensual stink of boiled meat and savoury herbs tickles the aching animal hunger long restive in Umin’s belly. Without a stray sound, the waifish apparition sets the l...
