Feather-Blessed: A Wordless Call
Jun. 4th, 2010 07:53 pmTo my loyal readers, an apology that this took so long. I'm still trying to find ways to balance my writing schedule with working full time. I suspect it will always be a challenge, but I'll try to get better at it.
In case you're a new reader, the first Feather-Blessed story is here.
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Grace awoke suddenly, then realized she was swimming away from Stella, who was floating on the water, wings outspread to catch the starlight. Grace paused long enough to stick her head out of the water. “Stella, wake up.”
Stella yawned and glared at Grace, pale pointed exclamation points fringing her eyes. “Why’d you wake me up?” Her voice was all fuzzy. “There was this sad girl, and I was trying to find out what was wrong. But you woke me up, and now I’ll never know—”
“She’s not a dream.”
“I can never get back to the same dream—wait. What are you talking about?”
( Another sob... )
And here is the next installment: A Kindred Spirit.
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Please, leave me a comment below to let me know what you think.
In case you're a new reader, the first Feather-Blessed story is here.
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Purple and yellow, magenta and green
They bloom along her arms, shoulders, and face.
Such a quiet sound, far from any human home
A girl’s voice, wordless, full of meaning:
Sobs, muffled desperately by aching flesh
They bloom along her arms, shoulders, and face.
Such a quiet sound, far from any human home
A girl’s voice, wordless, full of meaning:
Sobs, muffled desperately by aching flesh
Grace awoke suddenly, then realized she was swimming away from Stella, who was floating on the water, wings outspread to catch the starlight. Grace paused long enough to stick her head out of the water. “Stella, wake up.”
Stella yawned and glared at Grace, pale pointed exclamation points fringing her eyes. “Why’d you wake me up?” Her voice was all fuzzy. “There was this sad girl, and I was trying to find out what was wrong. But you woke me up, and now I’ll never know—”
“She’s not a dream.”
“I can never get back to the same dream—wait. What are you talking about?”
( Another sob... )
And here is the next installment: A Kindred Spirit.
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Please, leave me a comment below to let me know what you think.