A pulsing, purple fruit, the first of its kind, glowed among the sensory tendrils extending from Lore’s fingertips. She had nurtured it for thirty cycles, now, adapting its genome, tracing the simulation of its texture, flavor, and quality until …
It amazed him how bonds so beautiful and pure could become such a burden when it came to the Chosen. Why would the gods allow something so essential as love to destroy everyone deeply connected to those marked by their call? As a test, it seemed cruel.
As I write I borrow gently from my own life as well as the experiences of friends very different from myself, touching on the pain we feel when we cannot conform to the expectations set between who we are and the appreciative acceptance we desire.
After living through hundreds of years of dreamers discovering little of use, Legra no longer hoped to understand the reason behind Cage. He had witnessed far too many deaths …
The first jump caught Sky in the middle of breakfast. There was just enough time to notice Rat’s eyes widening with fear before her familiar rooms vanished and she found herself holding an empty fork in the middle of a wide plain.
As Child reached the rooftop, she stopped in shock. There was clearly a person, a young boy, climbing off the tumbled remains of her lettuce trays. How had he managed to climb so high? Did he know he risked the curse?
Child awoke, alone as usual, the morning before her doom. She had never been permitted to set one foot outside her rooms and the high windows were too deep and narrow to view anything more than small patches of sky.