Solstice Rain

Comes the sun
Comes the thunder
With the lightning
With lightning forked
With lightning flashing
Comes the rain
Comes the rain with me

 

2013

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Rift: The Nightmare

Alani didn’t think to question what the blond human man was doing in the center of Overwatch Keep. If he were here, he must be a guest of the Prince. Continue reading

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Rift: The Birth of Sorrow

Mist curled around the roots of the tree. She looked up to see the boughs strung with spiderwebs, lit with dewdrops that gleamed in the darkness. The tree groaned when she reached up to touch the bark. It had to be Gloamwood, and thus, she was in a dream. Continue reading

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Rift: Hunger

Down. Moving slowly, smooth stone on her hands and knees, she crept through the darkness without a mage light to guide her. There was no need for light in this place. Dark. Close. The air didn’t move here. Her tiny body fit easily within the space. For most others, the tight squeeze through the tunnel could bring forth the terror of collapse or entrapment, the panic of being buried alive, but to her, the press of earth brought comfort. Continue reading

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Review: A Quiet Place

A Quiet Place
J.W. Schnarr Continue reading

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Opinion: Writing in full color.

I grew up in libraries, usually in the Science Fiction section. I’ve been an SF geek since I read “Brave New World” way before I could really understand what it meant. There aren’t a lot of people of color in SF. Those who do show up, especially in the works I grew up reading, are stereotypes typical of the cultural attitudes of the times.  The one exception to this was the day I read A Wizard of Earthsea and realized that Ged wasn’t a white guy. I was thrilled. Continue reading

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Coyote and the Thing That Wouldn’t Die

This started as a flash fiction writing exercise that I snagged from Chuck Wendig’s blog. I rolled up some random numbers and got two topics from his list of genre mash-up story-fodder. I got, “Mythology and Vampires.”  Now, lazyass gamer girl here had the story finished on time, but forgot to post it by the Friday deadline, so I’m not going to link back to his blog.  While I have no problem doing the walk of shame in a slinky party dress at 7:30 am on a Sunday, I’m not about to go flouncing my ass in front of people who can meet a deadline.

I polished it up a little this weekend, so here it is.

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Seduced by acceptance

I said I was going to start collecting rejection letters, not acceptances. Apparently I have a bit of flash fiction appearing in an anthology coming out in January.

No, it’s not a paying market, but I wasn’t about to jump back into the deep end of the pool right away.  I also can’t let this go to my head; Continue reading

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Opinion: Next Generation

SF Cons make my brain bigger. I come away with more ideas, more knowledge and an increased understanding of what’s going on in real world science and technology. Continue reading

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Canyon Song

 

I entered the silent depths

of this canyon, delicately shrouded

with the memories of my ancestors, dreaming

like spider webs in an empty house

where my soul had fled, dying

 

My breath the cadence of a desert wind

pulsing cold through the stone

carrying my song, flowing

from the smooth foundations of rock

an aching whisper, mourning

incomplete in its majesty

 

It stumbled and continued on

a heartbeat missed, a step not danced

her voice, a captivating cry from between

earth and sky, darkness and dawn

joined a divine symphony of stone

 

Rising so incredibly high, she sang

the pure euphony of the universal puzzle

falling into order, she whispered

secrets—intelligible things

and I followed her, knowing

in her mystery I would rediscover

that lost phrase of my existence

and live.

 

© S. Kay Nash 2012 All rights reserved.

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