They Return Every Year to Lay Flowers on the Spot They Return Every Year to Lay Flowers on the Spot By Megan Cutler | April 15, 2016 | Comments 3 comments The villagers returned every year to spread flowers across the bog. A riot of pinks and blues, purples and yellows, even shocks of pristine white sprinkled like snow for one glorious afternoon before they were left to wilt in the mud. Then they returned to their festivals and dances, their stories and feasts, hoping against … Read More Read More
In Dreams In Dreams By Megan Cutler | April 8, 2016 | Comments 1 comment They came to her in dreams. Names and voices, images and events. Without context, they flooded the quiet hours of the night, leaving her to sort through them in the morning. To find meaning and act upon it. Just last night, a young man with hazy features attending her court spoke the title ‘mother’ in … Read More Read More
He Knows the Right People He Knows the Right People By Megan Cutler | April 1, 2016 | Comments 1 comment Most men lost sleep the night before a significant business transaction. They worked themselves into a frenzy over everything that could possibly go wrong, planning for each contingency in turn in order to mitigate the impact should the worst happen. And when they’d finished planning, they sweated over how to get the most desirable results … Read More Read More
A Winter Holiday A Winter Holiday By Megan Cutler | March 25, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment “Our ancestors used to believe that the Sun disappeared forever on the night of the Winter Solstice, never to return.” Rather than watch her mother’s animated face as she told the familiar tale, Morulin focused on her twin brothers. It would be their first time participating in the Yule ritual and they had been squirming … Read More Read More
Shallow Breath Shallow Breath By Megan Cutler | March 18, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment Elian woke to a tangle of blankets and a flurry of shallow breaths. He knew better than to panic; if there were danger present, he would only offer an opportunity to attack. So he forced himself to lay still, gritting his teeth while his heart pounded in his chest, in his throat, in his ears. … Read More Read More
There are Things You Can’t Escape There are Things You Can’t Escape By Megan Cutler | March 11, 2016 | Comments 3 comments Adelle had never conceived of a building as vast as the Imperial Palace. You could stack ten tall men on each other’s shoulders and still the top figure would not be able to reach the vaulted ceilings. Rather than power, it invoked a sense of isolation. It was much like the void her cozy ship … Read More Read More
First Snowfall of the Year First Snowfall of the Year By Megan Cutler | March 4, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment Silkfoot pressed his nose to the window. His reflection crinkled his nose at the fat white flakes drifting from the sky while his breath formed a white haze across the glass. Fluffy white piles clung to every rooftop and doorstep in the city. Those brave enough to venture out had already begun the process of … Read More Read More
Very Few are Left Very Few are Left By Megan Cutler | February 26, 2016 | Comments 2 comments He’d never been one for shadowy organizations, backroom meetings or hiding beneath the cowl of a cloak. Yet he seemed to live his life by it these days. Granted, showing his face near a patch of civilization was a veritable death sentence, but all the slinking still felt strange. He was no strange to stealth, … Read More Read More
Forgotten Shore Forgotten Shore By Megan Cutler | February 19, 2016 | Comments 1 comment Sometimes Ryn’dar’ud felt the call. Human mating rituals were strange. They spent a great deal of time luring their mate into the act of reproduction. He understood that some people spent decades trying to attract the proper mate and some still failed to reproduce. Taverns like his played a pivotal role in the early stages. … Read More Read More
Only Human Only Human By Megan Cutler | February 12, 2016 | Comments 2 comments “What have you found?” The voice echoed strangely in his ears, reverberating through the vaults of his mind. “It’s only a human.” The ground – at least, what he thought was the ground, rushed up to meet him. His left shoulder impacted the cool surface, sending a sharp jolt down the left side of his … Read More Read More