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Downpour
By Austin Gray Cults come with some serious downsides. Dart had been aware of that going in, but hethought most of those problems were for the followers. Yet, here he stood, ankle-deep in waterand pig shit trying to stop the rain. It started two weeks ago, harmless and calming rain. Afterthree ceaseless days, the basements of the complex began to flood. Several of his disciples hadlost their food stores before they even realized the problem. Being the speaker of the God—theinflection of ‘the’ showing his divine supremacy over lesser religions—meant that he had thepower of ultimate sight, and as such he should have been able to foresee the loss of…
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1 Lilac Lane
By Sarah Snee 1 Lilac Lane On my first and last day of housekeeping for the Richardsons’ large and looming estate, the flowers began to talk to me. I was, by all opinion, horribly naive. The estate, in its entirety, was spotless. There were whispers all over town as the sleek black Audi rolled through the streets, its reflection in each shop window catching the attention of every passerby, although there didn’t seem to be an eye that wasn’t glued to the back of the car. There was no license plate. I worked at an ice-cream shop on Ginger Street. A scoop of chocolate-chip-cookie-dough plopped onto the floor as I…
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Fading Light (Final Installment)
By the time we arrive at Indrumara’s home, the sun sits at the base of the horizon. It’s fading light cools the air from its warm golden hues to relaxing blues. Indrumara pours a glass of clean water into a crystal cup that was handcrafted by the elves long ago. We’re lucky these ones survived when my kind began stealing from them. She hands me the cup and pours herself one as well. “You have been such a bright light in our clan, Larissa. You are doing marvelous in your training, and I even heard your slowly getting better with your Sindarian.” “Ha na- ú- sui man sui nin Quenyan.”…
