The ‘Gray’

d’Verse prosery Despite weeks of training, I'm anxious. Truth is, nobody really knows whether this will work... Really, it's all theoretical. I see Prof. Chow signal towards me. Repairing and repurposing this extraterrestrial portal technology was her idea; her excitement is palpable. She claims there exists a colorless, muted realm, parallel to our own, in… Continue reading The ‘Gray’

We honor our roots

On the momentous occasion, the youth nearly floundered before her humble hut but, shaking, managed to present Elder Aric with the fern leaf. "Greetings, Elder… Vedia offers tribute… We honor our roots." This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #238; Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: 'flounder'; Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: 'roots';… Continue reading We honor our roots

Lest I plummet

First attempt The bibliophile's prayer: Dear Books, I confess my adoration for you! Please deliver me from life's mundanities into those magical heavens of limitless, ideal fantasies above. Help me maintain my tenuous balance, lest I plummet to reality. Thanks,David Mea culpa! When I first wrote this piece, I misread one of the prompts! I… Continue reading Lest I plummet

From the Hallowed Way

Once the humblest and simplest of the Goddess' disciples, Vera had long been on the upgrade, known far and wide by other acolytes for her unnatural lack of fear. Never once had she oscillated from the Hallowed Way, even when faced with the most challenging of paranormal rituals. She belonged, body, heart and soul, to… Continue reading From the Hallowed Way

In the lights and shadows

In the lights and shadows before the otherworldly giant, fearing battery or worse, Markos rummaged for the medallion with trepidation. The scene exceeded his imagination. "Organization isn't my strength… Quite the opposite…" Accepting his tribute, the giant opened his maw, revealing a cobblestone pathway. “Inner Beauty”Photo by Thomas Barbey This piece of flash fiction was… Continue reading In the lights and shadows

To her, death is quite romantic

d’Verse prosery Raoul snarled, baring his fangs at the guards, but they blocked him stubbornly with their halberds. "The Queen is occupied, General. She…" "She what, you fools!?" he shouted, "Is she with one of her playthings?" The guards exchanged glances but stood firm before the raging vampire, preventing Raoul's entry into the antechamber. With… Continue reading To her, death is quite romantic

Superimposed over the forest

Clamping her mouth tightly, Shabina massaged her twisted ankle; the elders had warned she'd get into a pickle. Countless numbers had aspired to recover the precious shamanic mask, only to have disappeared… like cousin Shabu. Suddenly, in a flash of red and yellow, Shabu appeared shimmering above her, as though magically superimposed over the forest… Continue reading Superimposed over the forest

Poet moon, or: A soul softly

Poetry Partners #125 'Poet moon', a poem by Rob Kistner of 'Image & Verse' Ride the moon light the poet’s lamp explore the secret realm of rhyme ride the moon to seek the magic that glistens there like stardust in the folds of time Image & Verse: https://www.image-verse.com/ A Cherita by ben Alexander of ‘The… Continue reading Poet moon, or: A soul softly