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25 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
The room is still and cool. Downy linens having slipped from bare and wiry limbs. His eyes wandering and still sleepy, light upon a shallow bowl bedside, piled high with minikin blood-hued oranges, bright like candle-shine against a heap of the scal...
24 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Umin has little recollection of their return journey. The arduousness of his travails at last overcrowing, he remembers being suddenly embraced by slim and supple limbs with the inevitable strength of marble. Then being charily borne aloft, like a wi...
22 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
The feculent ragman flinches, as though its name were an uttered curse or admonition. Umin moves gingerly closer, his boots soiled and squelching above the unspeakably succulent softness beneath his feet. In the near muck lies a plate of partially-co...
21 Mar 2021 1 minute read 2 comments ArmFarm
It was a late lazy summer afternoon. The heat still shimmered in waving curtains, as though being blown by rhyrhmic controlling wind. Jimmy had gone into his living quarters, sealed the entire system, and cranked up the environmental control to compe...
19 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Here the stink is sour and mycelial, a fungal ferment of rotten metalcraft and creamy dripstone. Umin recoils, recalling his not altogether distant captivity in a similar, if dustier oubliette. There is but the faintest light in this ghastly place. ...
17 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
For my eye, no need, still. Light for you though love. It is darker, deeper here than the Middle-below above. From a concealing pocket, somewhere under-gown she pulls something frost-blue and opaque, passing its waxiness to Umin. The stone-thing i...
16 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Sepet, with lips pursed, slips like a rusty-hued wraith back into the curtain folds. In a veritable blink, returning with the iron-dry click of numerous weighty keys carried on a ponderous ring. Jewel box diminutive, to granary-key hand-span, a lock...
14 Mar 2021 5 minute read 0 comments Gryphonboy
Close to the Edge "There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity." - Washington Irving The inner doo...
12 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Thin lips part and resolve from a place nonplussed to one of muted affection. “Dear Pyna...” Sepet sweet Fetch for me, so kindly, Father’s fourth key… The tray-bearer’s brows, thin as his lips, a little, cloud. “As you wish. Allow me this-” Pyna,...
10 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Twig-limbed and bustling, a figure swathed so thickly in rubious enfoldings as to be near indistinguishable from the cascade of surrounding curtain-cloth. He emerges from the greater tangle bearing a slight, copper-gleaming service, piled assiduousl...
