An odd number of messengers, hovering above the taut high wire, were in her sight.
She was at risk, approaching this unkindness, having no wings to brandish, holding a circular, silken canopy that glistened in the rain like a distorted black mirror.
Holding the curved handle, she landed alongside them. They came nearer, seeing their own miniature reflections in the fisheye lens; she was unnoticeable, clad in black, without glossy feathers of her own.
Their deep gurgling croaks rose in pitch, signifying that she belonged.
She closed her tarpaulin, and her garments transformed into vantablack feathers, absorbing the light.
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Tracy Kreuzburg
I love reading, writing and storytelling, and using stories to convey truths. I feel this is a platform that will encourage me to write my stories, I also have an interest in connecting written work to art.
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Fangs of Light
This story is a continuation of the Tales of Ezok that began in "The Precipice." Reading this story and its companion "Whispers and Whisps" is not required to enjoy this story, but they will each add layers to the character we see here and I would be remiss to not mention them at the very least.
By Stephen A. Roddewig3 days ago in Fiction
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How uncharacteristically kind of them! These little snapshots are so poignant, perhaps all the more for their brevity! You say so much with so little!
I so rarely see my favourite collective noun used, so this made my day! 😁