Jesse Warewaa
Bio
A writer, I think.
Achievements (1)
Stories (10/0)
Moonshadow: Rebels Rising
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley." The ranger didn't look at me when she spoke, but I knew she was talking to me. She had stepped silently up to the bar beside me, slow and deliberate, saying nothing for more than was comfortable. Even now, her gaze was fixed on the barkeep, who was busy pulling pints for a group of rowdy miners. But I had the unnerving sense of being acutely observed.
By Jesse Warewaa2 years ago in Fiction
- Second Place in Homecoming Challenge
West of the Fracked Lands
I. I drop my pack at my feet as I step under the scraggly shade of a tall jackpine at the edge of the wildwood. The relief when I close my eyes is immediate, a black curtain dropping on the fir greens and birch whites swimming across my vision in the blazing heat. It’s hard to believe that the first Somali refugees coming to work in the gas and oil fields last century were called "ciyaal baraf," children off the snow.
By Jesse Warewaa3 years ago in Fiction
Gone for Milk.
Gone for milk. Back soon. *** Michael toppled into the classroom in a crash of sunshine, his books and pencils skittering across the floor like fallen sunbeams. Behold, the heavens seemed to command. And Winnie beheld. Sandy hair, freckled nose, and an easy gap-toothed smile in a face already laughing off the tumble. It would be even more accurate to say that Michael fell right at her feet, appearing suddenly in her world and taking up the whole of her field of vision. He looked up at her from the cool, tiled floor as his belongings skidded to a stop in a halo around her brown ankles. For you, the universe declared to them both, as if it weren’t already painfully obvious.
By Jesse Warewaa3 years ago in Humans