short story – Jordyn Saelor

or (to the shore line)

The grass, trees, vines and algae left hardly any room for rune drawing so I ended up walking/crawling

resource

I walked up to a tree and only fell once—into a spherical bush—along the way then I whacked at a mossy branch until it fell off then I dragged it

2 Seize a sky

I paddled toward the plant-covered shore . . . so I could sprawl in the mud, waves lapping the backs of my knees. Nothing burst out of the grass to eat

Seize a sky

In the mountain all rains fall the same, to the water every stream builds into rivers, so they showed me if I slipped into one I could slip into them all

Some things are hard to put into words. So let’s begin with the big picture; the phenomenon is called, the kid grows up and gets more progressive than their parents, that’s nothing new, they’ve been saying it of every generation for centuries. When I was little, I thought my parents were the wisest on politics,Continue reading “fever pitch”

Hala

We do not regret this we are glad just to take part in who you become

By the light, oh

deliverer sea deity it knew everything there was to know about the moon, every moon on every world

can’t let Stranger Things go

As you may or may not know, I wasn’t very happy at how Stranger Things queerbaited its audience. In the past week or so, I’ve decided to do something with my annoyed feelings. That is, I started writing a

Place where the demons go

I tried to ignore this big question and instead scowled at the lightning creature’s head and wide hips and demanded my mechanical arm back

other side

My realm has two sides, the voice said, entirely deeper and softer than the voice in the room where they put a truth spell on me, so that voice must’ve been