I am a YA-speculative fiction writer with a focus in sci-fi/fantasy. Writing has always been a passionate passtime for me, and has grown into my adult aspirations. For more about me, visit my personal site at www.rcmcleod.home.blog.
As the morning sunrise peeks between the blinds, she lays with unfurled paws on the cushion beside me, feet twitching as she slumbers half-buried under the blanket. At the sound of the first alarm, she stretches, head lolling back just enough so that deep chocolate eyes can glance at me. Am I stirring, or snoozing the alarm for another few moments? When it stops and I shift, she bolts from the plush surface and dives to find her toy of choice for the day; its hard to choose sometimes, but she makes a quick decision and nimble limbs lunge back to the couch with her.
Bending the Elements:
Speculative fiction is a genre that entices its audience to open their minds and suspend their beliefs in what they know is real and possible and take a leap into something that they wouldn’t fathom happening in reality. The fantasy world of Avatar: the Last Airbender and its sequel Legend of Korra have managed to do this in an exceptional way. Though much of the fandom focuses on characters and story development as reasons to gravitate towards the series, the world building is an exceptional piece of the story as well.
Someone Among Us
Leaves shuddered in the after-storm wind, brisk yet more somber than the raging winds before. Dusky orange seeped into the landscape so that the hues of the leaves and grass appeared a deep bronzy gold. Nasira sighed as toes dipped into the water beneath the dock, ripples dancing over the wavering surface. It had been so long since she’d been able to just…breathe. To take in the musky scent of the nearby forest, drenched in pine and cedar and sage.
I See the World
I see the world, a living creature – she provides the sweet scents and colors; the gift to all her creatures. Blossoming, blooming, withering…
With wings of saffron and tiger stripes, flittering, fluttering, fidgeting upon the flower tops. Or wings of Sedona sunsets
Fire streaked across an amber sky, like suns or stars or blazing rain as they fell towards the city. The ground trembled and shook and asphalt splintered as the impact resonated. Shrieks and screams, an ungodly chorus, were drowned as explosions burst through the skyline. Glass shattered and buildings wailed; plumes of dust and ash bloomed over the city as they withered beneath the impact. Sharp scents mixed upon the wind, some I didn’t recognize: that of dust and smoke, but, too, the musk of something burning, and a thick metallic scent that drenched everything in a fragrance of destruction.
Cool metal rests gently against my back as I patiently wait by his side. I feel a firm grasp against the bar and glance up; I see his pale and calloused hand on the soft handle of the harness. I know it is time. Carefully, I guide him towards the door, ensuring that he doesn’t lose his balance. He lifts his other hand and I nudge it gently until it touches the brass doorknob.