Strands

Eaganon was not happy with how the piece was coming out.  Smooshing the malformed pot with his palms, he spun it back down into a rounded lump and pumped his leg to give the turntable more speed.  Thump, thump, thump, thump.  He pushed into the spinning lump with the edges

Brin settled into the cozy bunk in her small berthing room off the main passageway of the science wing.  She lay there for a moment, the lights still on, feeling the artificial gravity pull her into the plush material.  Reaching up to the recessed shelf beside her, she pulled out

Aesurad became aware.  It wouldn't be proper to say he woke up, since he wasn't exactly sure if he had even been asleep.  Aesurad became aware, and felt the sensation of something pressing against him.  A pervasive feeling of consistent pressure all around his body.  He

The gloomy tavern was empty save the barkeep and two patrons. The barkeep was making his last patrol around the small tavern, rounding up any stray glasses and tips.  Tara sat at the bar, her right arm propping up her delicate chin as she listened to the blocky man sitting

The soot colored mare bobbed up and down as it moved forward.  Castor sat in the saddle, confused.  As he moved with the horse, the landscape seemed to spin around him, the mare was going in a circle.  Even more concerning was the complete lack of any signs of life

The bright green canopy of the forest waved placidly above, creating oscillating patterns of light on the ground below. Tesh relaxed on the stone porch at the front of his small cabin, which stood at the edge of the forest on the shore of a sapphire lake. Small waves sparkled

Arrik stared down at his feet; water was beginning to pool around his boots. The air was cold, and the rain splashed unrelentingly against the top of the small awning under which he stood. He picked his head back up to gaze out over the empty field in front of

Figures pressed against the railing encircling the dais at center of the temple, writhing and grasping toward the kneeling figure of the priestess as she wailed, streams of indecipherable prophecy tearing from her lips. Guttural chants rose from the host of worshippers, and in many places, there were patches of

I open my eyes and take a moment to recollect where I am. The ceiling has a familiar pattern of soot tracing down to the tiny fireplace; this my room at the inn. Standing, I walk to the chipped washbasin and peer into the dully polished piece of bronze that

Meria sat and looked sullenly out the massive curved bridge windows. There was nothing to look at; she was bored. The sky was clear, empty, and uninteresting. The landscape below was dull, brown, and nearly featureless. She glowered at the figures around her, hunched over monitors and scanners, searching for.

It was everywhere: in the water, in the food, in his clothes. When he moved his tongue, he could feel it scraping the insides of his of his teeth and some would settle into the space between them. He longed to spit it out, to rinse and spit over and

The four dark figures around the column glared out from beneath their hoods at the figure standing in the entrance to the ciborium. The sound of the intruder's footfalls, boots on steel, still echoed softly in the cavernous room despite their creator having already stopped some moments ago.

Particles of wood dust danced in the air around the workbench in the center of the shop. The soft sound of a plane gliding over nearly finished wood rose from the hands of the shop apprentice as he slivered away the raised imperfections on a plank destined to be a