Lucia Linn
Bio
”Some days I feel like playing it smooth and some days I feel like playing it like a waffle iron.” -Raymond Chandler
Bits of fantasy and poetry and whatnot here, comedic comics on Instagram @mostlymecomics
Stories (33/0)
RUNNING
When she opened her eyes, she was already walking. Walking one unsteady step at a time along the narrow white road in the moonlight. The path was barely three mans’ lengths across and dropped immediately to a steep cliff on both sides. Far below, identical plains, stained purple by the night ran into the horizon. Ahead, the path continued, until it disappeared into the mountains. But she wasn’t going to the mountains. She was just going forwards.
By Lucia Linn2 years ago in Fiction
Sea Silk
My eyes stared listlessly up at the blurry glow that I knew was the moon. I can’t spell moon. I can spell cat and dog but not moon. But I don’t suppose you have to be able to spell when you’re dead, and I don’t think I can last much longer. The water caressed my skin, nipping playfully with its cold teeth, pulling me down to stay with it forever. Encased in the clinging walls of the cove, I watched the bubbles escape my lips and swiftly dance around each other, returning to the air far above. I hardly noticed that they held my last breath.
By Lucia Linn2 years ago in Fiction
Resurrection
She didn’t see him at first. Even if her mind had been clear she might have missed him. And when her eyes fell on the body, she didn’t recognize the man chosen by the gods. She thought maybe it was a corpse, a warning to those treading on ground not meant for mortals.
By Lucia Linn2 years ago in Fiction
