Each heron sees his
Flight reflected in still blue
Water’s sustenance
About the Creator
Charlotte Lesemann
Charlotte Lesemann lives in the Pacific Northwest and writes Gothic and Dark Fantasy literature. Her first novel, The Death of Clara Willenheim, is due out in October 2024. She's currently working on her second novel. charlottelesemann.com
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Out of the Caged Sea
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They came in fishing boats, in merchant vessels, in the backs of wagons, on horseback, on foot. They came dressed as farmers and millers and blacksmiths. They came slowly, patiently. They looked like you. They looked like me. We thought that they were allies, friends, family. By the time we knew the truth, it was too late.
By Charlotte Lesemann2 years ago in Fiction
Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis6 days ago in Humans
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