A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
15 Dec 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.00
An expectant intake of breath and a soft pause to drink in the whispers from below. Pyna drifts down a narrow, silty, path. Umin gingerly at her naked heels. Her eerily graceful gait carrying her meandering down, down. As they descend, she converses...
11 Dec 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.06
Quickened by her words, he moves to follow. A few further steps beyond, and quite suddenly the enshrouding black rolls back, like the tumescent skin of a dark plum peeling. From the height of an intimate alcove, gazing out over amber and brass-black...
8 Dec 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist $0.04
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 $0.08
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 $0.06
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 $0.00
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 $0.00
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 $0.00
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 $0.09
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 $0.05
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...
