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’

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

Anthem, or: All rights reserved

Poetry Partners #130 'Anthem', a poem by Verne Ivars Krastins of 'Sculptage' One fine day I wrote a song Its many verses went on and on A few weeks later the chorus began My simple hymn extended its span The song became an anthem soon All humanity knew my tune Centuries later amongst the stars… Continue reading Anthem, or: All rights reserved

Alighting askew upon the dunes

Sahir looked up from the monarch's bloated corpse on the shore at the child's tear-stained face, deftly flicking his hand skywards. "Princeling, we must return you to your family's alcázar immediately." The boy gawked as a closed door in a sturdy frame plummeted earthwards from above the clouds, swinging open just before alighting askew upon… Continue reading Alighting askew upon the dunes

In honor of Emperor Myk’s ascendance

The intergalactic jamboree in honor of Emperor Myk's ascendance was beyond anything in living memory. Throughout the night, one after the next, representatives of every race in the Realms brought tributes and swore their fealties. Even the reclusive blue-skinned Paoru came to pay homage. The noble Queen Lian bowed; and, uncupping her hands, released an… Continue reading In honor of Emperor Myk’s ascendance

Peering through her Mech-a-Boo

As her classmates departed with zest for their kickball game, Michelle murmured her apology. She wanted to test her new invention. Peering through her Mech-a-Boo, Michelle turned towards the wall of the principal's office... Just as he was kissing his secretary. “Clockwork Eyes” by Mick Ryan This piece of flash fiction was written in response… Continue reading Peering through her Mech-a-Boo

Up towards the vortex

d’Verse prosery Even as the King's mages work desperately to repair my charred eyes, I cannot help but clutch my fists apprehensively, for how can I be sure I shall see again? The world on the first of May was peaceful, no different than the last of April, really, although the skies seemed just a… Continue reading Up towards the vortex

Descend into the catacomb

Cowed into silence, those sitting around the circular table observed as the sorcerer raised the enchanted wine glass over the sleek surface and slowly turned it sideways. Water miraculously began pouring from the empty vessel, as the wizard inverted it fully and placed it at the center of the table. The crystalline liquid continued spreading,… Continue reading Descend into the catacomb