C. M. Jaeger
Bio
Elven trees, sorceresses, and the fight for a better world. Magic brought me into writing, but yearning and justice are why I stay. Fiction is where I can imagine the world as it could be, a place for healing and change and human growth.
Stories (6/0)
Taken Away
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Jess clutched the smooth white ceramic railing. Down below their Ixt furniture made a tight square, every piece cool, hard, and curved, except the two red pillows Ayon had sewn her, knowing that humans preferred a softer surface. Jess had never had a problem maneuvering between the benches and chairs, but from this vantage she wasn’t sure how. Starting at the floor of the living room, to the ceiling above her on the second floor, stood a wall of clear impenetrable glass, the only thing between her and being frozen to death in the middle of space.
By C. M. Jaeger5 months ago in Fiction
Running Off the Rails
My mouth is frothy, carpeted, and bitter, like a pill is stuck in the back of my throat. I want to go back to sleep. I want . . . What day is it? A hard surface cools my cheek. I jerk my head up. There’s a booth across from me, a small one, smaller than even the booths in Frank’s diner, the one in the old town car. Was it today or tomorrow I was supposed to meet my mom for breakfast? There’s no one else in the long skinny room. There are no lamps or napkins or conversations. I pull a round plastic o-ring on a string and the blind snaps up. It’s terribly bright, the world is flashing by at high speed. I look back at the swirling beige Formica, my stomach dropping down to the rocky tracks.
By C. M. Jaeger6 months ago in Fiction
How it Could Be
Ara tucked the little black book beneath her tunic and grabbed two small packages wrapped in plastic. She climbed between the seats to the front of the truck and hoisted herself out the window into Galene’s waiting grip. The pine needles cushioned her drop to the ground.
By C. M. Jaeger2 years ago in Humans
