Quell the Quest

Do you ever find a snippet of an old draft of a story, or a poem, unsigned, long forgotten, and catch yourself wondering who the author was, only to realize, with a tiny electric thrill of shock, that you wrote it? How does that make you feel? Are you pleasantly surprised, or do you practice Read More …

Eliana the Argonaut #storyaday

Eliana stretched as best her “sleep cocoon” allowed her to. A microplush womb designed to block light and retain optimal body warmth, it was a little too cozy by morning to suit her. She’d never liked camping with a “mummy bag,” either. For some, it was comforting, like an embrace. For Eliana, it was a Read More …

Maze in a Haze #storyaday

My eyes were still trying to adjust to the darkness. I was propped up against a hard, slick concrete wall, my legs stretched straight out in front of me. My back felt bruised and sore, but cautious stretching reassured me that everything was still in working order, more or less. I felt around on the floor Read More …