A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
7 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Porridge love... Pheasant stew. Or was it rabbit now? Oh yes, rabbit. Do you know? How far and where. I had to walk To find a hare… Umin is unable to suppress the shivering that locks his jaw and hardens his limbs.
5 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
It stood there, before a broad, brassy kettle. Perched as before on naked tiptoe, it peers into the wide, toothless jaws of the squat toad-like vessel. Which murmurs thickly with the low, booming voice of roiling oil, or some similarly viscous concoc...
2 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Leaving Umin unable to sift sound from thought. Not knowing whether the voice had entered his ear or found shape in the spaces behind his eyes. Umin shook his woolly head to clear out the lingering rattle in his brain-box, before gingerly padding for...
31 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
The expanse above an inky unknowable depth, the way forward narrow. Umin spreads his arms wide and warily. Soon finding the rough-smooth, like glass resolved once and hardened again, walls with the flats of his open palms, elbows slightly bent. Pace...
29 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Umin glumly and suspiciously peers out into down-thick darkness, but for a distant pin-prick of soft-seeming fire that sets the vaulty black above to looming all the more profoundly, maliciously. His motion towards the distant, gleaming signpost is p...
28 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
I want him Father. Let me… The half-spaces between waking and drifting where things sonorous and frightful came to murmur. Hours compressed. Umin slept. Oh, the chime is ringling. Oh... Awakening. To find the low, knotty-iron doorway wide and unhin...
28 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Oh, sweet. A little scantle of rough meat. Oh, wrapped in a rat-skin for you, sweet... Sing-song mockery. Close now, little fingers like gleaming bloodless alabaster curled through the sandy-russet chain-links of his prison. Chin perched playfull...
14 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
His name is Umin and he is simply a thief. A simple thief. A bleeder of purses and accounts. His fortunes a little less than likeable of late. Something small and shapeless twists out of the dark, falling near to hand with a sick softness. A blot...
6 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
But now it danced and spun like a bloody smear against the darkness. With all but it's uncanny eyes guarded behind a wimple and veil as deeply red as the rest of it. Eyes, wide and glistering like pools of cracked glass in the tepid light of a single...
4 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Once it came wearing red. Incarnadine like freshly spilled heart-blood, still warm from the wound. Most often it moved here and there in flowing cloth of silken coal. In black cord, bitumen colored ribbons and knots.
