In Your Hands #4: You hunt for food.
“Your bow readied, an arrow between your fingers. You crouch, walk toward the rustling on the balls of your feet.”
Keep readingIn Your Hands #3: You go toward the river.
“Out on the other side, the clouds begin to part. Sun rays filter through the trees in angles you can read which tell you it’s early afternoon. You step into and out of its warmth as you walk down the trail.”
Keep readingIn Your Hands #2: You choose a longbow.
“It’s only a deer, you realize, foraging for acorns under an aging oak. As you relax your arrow, the deer lifts its head and looks in your direction. You see a vibrant purple gash in its face, right below its eye.”
Keep readingIn Your Hands #1: You wake up on the forest floor.
“You lie face down on a bed of moss. It takes a lot of effort to lift your head, to get onto your knees and hands.”
Keep readingA Note Should Suffice
You’ve lived in this forest a long time. So long, in fact, that you’ve started to name the trees— not the species names, like spruce, cedar, hemlock; those you learned on your grandpa’s nature walks years ago— names like Rela, Sophia, Brett.
Keep readingA Story, Sure.
I’m not good at beginnings and endings. I have trouble choosing the most impactful points in time for them. …
Keep readingFirst, you smell the sulfur.
You feel warm concrete on your fingertips. It creeps to your elbow. For a moment, you think about proximodistal development, whether this would be a good counter-example. Then, you remember what happened. …
Keep readingShe Thought It Was a Good Day
Emma woke up around noon. She opened her eyes, saw her bedpost. Must have fallen off the bed while she slept. A cluster of dust bunnies huddled on the right side of the post. …
Keep readingI Wanted to Write Something You’d Like
I had just got home from work. I parked my Focus in the driveway. The early-December frost was still lazily slumped in the corners of the curb. …
Keep readingA Morning in Kroa
The sun rises over the Haurathon, the centerpiece of Kroa. Its spire shoots out 1000 feet above the neighboring buildings. …
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