Rain Like Diamonds
The queen hoarded the barrels of seed, keeping them locked within her coffers among the diamonds and gold and strings of perfect pearls, remnants of…
Author: Wendy Nikel
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Canary’s Refuge
“Feels good to finally be off that blasted ship.” Ben breathes in so deeply that his shoulder rubs against my bare one, a touch so…
I Am Fire; I Am Tears
Ulykke crouched in the darkness, just beyond the sunray’s reach. Before her, along the forest path, an entourage of huntresses passed on horseback, armed with…
12:20 Bus From the Basics
Beep. The digits flashed on Inna’s BitWatch at exactly midnight: $1000.00. She held her breath, half- expecting the shriek of her Aunt Li’s alarm clock,…
Cerise Sky Memories
I remember a childhood that didn’t exist. Hot apple pies cooling on park benches. Small toes pressed into scorching white sand. Snowball fights leaving crisp,…
An Economy of Words
Growing up so far from the wordfields, I’ve learned to appreciate the few words I have, so as the fitting for Baron Kensington’s festival garments…
The Girl in the Windmill
Maartje van Dijk lived in a windmill. At the age of ten, her vater and moeder perished at sea, and she was sent to live…