Redwood’s Diary Entry – Concerns About the Queen
TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of genocide
Redwoods – Chapter 1
Teaching Ravenpaw to hunt turned out to be far more difficult than Chirpbreeze ever could’ve imagined. The black blur through the trees did not appear to understand “slow down” or “stop.” It was like chasing shadows blown about in the wind. She envied how easily Mew cruised along just a tail length or so above her, feathers brushing lightly against the ferns that covered the ground. “Ravenpaw! Ravenpaw!” Stars above, if that kid had a hunting accident like she’d had…
EATW Chapter 3 – The River, The Woods
Her voice rang clear as bells across the landscape, as melodic and confident as Finner’s music, beautiful and haunting as kulning ringing over the fields and mountains.
Goodbye Summer – Cinnaverse Short Story
The lake had turned a much colder temperature than Peggy considered swimmable, so here she was with her girlfriend sitting in a kiddie pool with several cans of soda and miscellaneous other snacks, pretending that they were able to actually throw a pool party. It must’ve been a strange sight; two grown women sitting in a comically small pool with their knees pulled up to their chests, like something out of a cartoon. “I’m not ready for summer to be…
From The Mouth Of An Injured Head – a reflection on recovering from abuse
Some wounds, like mine, run much, much deeper than sometimes one might expect. My injured head does not bleed, but it struggles now to rebuild its world after unwittingly watching it burn for so long. Nobody knows quite when the fire started, but now that it’s finished in a searing blaze of glory, regrowing the scorched trees seems nigh impossible. Such is the nature of waking up from the remnants of an abusive relationship. The aching dawn opens my eyes…
Feudal Wings – Chapter 2
CONTENT WARNING: Depictions of emotional/physical/verbal abuse, intrusive thoughts, murder mentions Marmoset kept their eye on the ball, moving fluidly to the rhythm of their heartbeat as they practiced their latest juggling trick. They’d been working on perfecting it for weeks now, taking fruits of various sizes from the kitchen and juggling as many as possible at once. Day by day, they amped up the pace until they could confidently juggle the fruits in a way that blurred the colors together…
Feudal Wings – Chapter 1
Pink talons flicked over and over against the jingling bells on Marmoset’s hat. To their left hunched the ruddy brown form of Redwood, all scented like cedar candles and fresh morning dew. On their right side was Lightningbug, slender claws tinkering with an old dragonets’ toy and a screwdriver. Just about everyone in the room was palpably nervous, some fidgeting like the wings of little flies while others sat frozen in still, uncomfortable silence like pillars of ice. The tense…
Feudal Wings – Prologue
Frigid air smacked itself against Angel Trumpet’s face, chilling through his scales to his very heart. Tears of stress froze in place along his cheeks, salty water stopped in time. If only it could slow his heart down, too. Though his mouth was less of a cave and more of a desert, he still forced out the words. “Vesi, I have bad news.” The IceWing raised her head from the pillow she’d been resting it on a moment ago and…
Constellations Over Us – Book 1 – Chapter 4
Aisling thought her brother was an idiot. An idiot she cared for very much, but an idiot nonetheless. Perhaps that was why she was so concerned when he started spending excessive amounts of time in the woods. He’d never been so obsessed with finishing meals quickly and dashing outside before, not even when they were both trying out weapons for the first time under the watchful eyes of their family. That fool was going to get eaten in the woods,…
Constellations Over Us – Book 1 – Chapter 3
How many days had it been by now? Two? Seven? Eighteen? Time blurred itself for Reese, not caring to reach into his mind as he sunk into the pits of confusion and despair. Unfamiliar places, strange sounds in the night… the one thing that remained truly consistent was Glais, who brought him food and water and met him every evening so that they could talk. He’d been wary of the pale fae at first, but Glais wasn’t so bad once…