Writing for the sheer joy of it.
The baker pulled a long, grey hair from the simmering caramel, her concentration fading. She was weak with hunger. The gingerbread was so thick that she took a saw to it, a wave of spicy crumbs lodging in her hair and eyes. Her frail, withered hands shook as she lifted the slabs of cake to plaster them together with sticky caramel. She iced the window frames and poured chocolate over the roof tiles. She was brushing flour from her rags when she heard the excited chatter of children nearby. The baker sighed with relief and fired up the oven.
Song of the Earth
Prologue There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They came and went like flocks of geese, but in a peculiar pattern. One which failed to follow the changing of the seasons and left the growing human populations of the Valley increasingly befuddled. A brave shepherd once ventured up the fertile slopes to question a beast four times his size, but although he spied an intelligence in its vermillion eyes that he had never found in his sheep, the beast seemed incapable of human communication. Still, the shepherd returned to his village alive and unsinged and eventually an astute farmer noticed that his crops always fared better when the dragons were at home, and their preference for wolf as part of their diet kept many a flock of sheep in swelling numbers. And so, for centuries, the small settlements of humans coexisted in harmony with their occasional neighbours.
Has NASA Changed My Star Sign?
In recent years there has been buzz over a new sign in the Zodiac, Ophiuchus, often referred to as a discovery by NASA. The constellation has actually been known about for thousands of years and cropped up in modern news after a NASA blog post about the ancient Babylonians and their creation of the Zodiac chart. The ancient people chose 12 signs to correspond with the months of the year and ignored a 13th, Ophiuchus, the serpent bearer. So, have we been searching for a glimpse into our futures in the wrong place? What happens to the zodiac if Ophiuchus takes its place?
More Than Fiction
My stomach did an excited flip as my eyes landed on the book’s spine. Part Three. I’d waited an excruciating week for the library to order it in, part two playing over and over in my head and keeping my heart poised on the cusp of breaking. I had seen it in the bookshop. I don’t know why I kept torturing myself by returning to my old sanctuary, where the call of fresh, crisp books called to me from the shelves, begging me to take them home. Money had been a delicate issue for a while, and I knew that the library would fulfil my needs if I could be patient.