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In the morning, I awaken to the flickering of shadows as they dance across my bedroom. I see something that looks like a cat, which is no surprise. I have fourteen of them.

Raina lifted her arms to the sky, long sleeves flowing down around her sides as she raised her eyes upwards.
“Oh great Sky Father, loose your power upon us. Make us your own!” Her words were spoken with clarity, certainty, and power.
The eleven others gathered around her in the circle repeated, “Sky Father, make us your [...]

It was gray. Everything was gray, and it felt a moody, heavy, wooden gray and was ice cold like gun metal inside and out. The white paper birches looked misty gray, and old, gray snow blanketed the frozen grass making it look leaden and colder than the twenty-two degrees it actually was during the late [...]

Many are here in this dusty campground. No tents, no gear; you can tell they’re only here for a few hours. Most are looking up into the spangled night sky. A few are drunk. Some are noisy. Others know star gazing etiquette and keep their lights shielded red and speak quietly to [...]

She sits next to him all the time. He looks and touches always near and yet so far away.  Sometimes she dreams and wonders of the day when there is no fear, no resistance, no wondering.
It would never start on a Tuesday, maybe a Wednesday. It would only be on a sunny [...]

Alice looked up into the sky where the clouds converged on the sun.  Earlier, the garden had been speckled with sunlight that streamed in between the green canopies.  But today was supposed to be a stormy summer day.  It would eventually rain and Alice’s half-dead flowers were slated to droop even more under the pounding [...]

The following story is part of a larger one I submitted to The Legends of Mernac.
When Anya Silverwillow finally saw a glint of the small village of Precan the sun had already set and the moons of Mernac shared its sky. Wishing she left sooner in the day, the Kalatian priestess picked up her pace [...]