Tag: Short Story

The Conqueror’s Witch – 4: Seven of Swords – Futility

On By John d'AndrioleIn Fiction, The Conqueror's Witch, The Story Zone, Writing

‘This is how most people die,’ Jazmynde thought. ‘They die badly.’

In her office, chairs were overturned and carbon scars on the paneling behind her desk showed the discharge where the invader tried to shoot through the portal, triggering an explosive decompression.

She crouched down next to the body. The woman was certainly dead. Her eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling and already drying out. She was dressed as a technician for the base – purple jumpsuit and comfortables shoes. On her hands, Jazmynde could see the faint outlines of tattoos. The woman’s face was bloodied and smashed. She lay there on her back, head pointed towards the open doorway, eyes staring off into eternity.

Jazmynde tutted quietly and started frisking the body.

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The Conqueror’s Witch – 3: The Lovers

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FOUR YEARS BEFORE THE DEATH OF THE LEADER

“Here’s the problem with space,” Yumi said. “It’s big.”

“This again,” Jazmynde said, rolling her eyes.

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The Conqueror’s Witch – 2: The Queen of Wands

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THREE YEARS BEFORE THE DEATH OF THE LEADER

“You are a witch,” Wilhelm said, smiling. “At least, that is what the soldiers say.”

Jazmynde, leaning against her drinks cabinet, smiled slightly. The room was large, yet intimate. Wood and copper lined the walls in diagonal slats and geometric patterns, and the light was soft amber. “A witch?” She asked.

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The Shaman War

On By John d'AndrioleIn Fiction, The Story Zone, Writing

“The border between the Real and the Unreal is not fixed, but just marks the last place where rival gangs of shamans fought each other to a standstill.”

– Robert Anton Wilson

“There’s so few of us now,” Lucinda said. He stepped over the wreckage of the passenger craft down the torn remnants of a hallway. “Ebabwe is gone, so is Helena. There are so few of us to shape things anymore.”

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The Weekend Redirect – KITCHEN CRASH by Basilike Pappa on the site SILENT HOUR

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Constraints can shape art. A good example is the band “The White Stripes.” The very limited drum skills Meg White brought to the table actually created a unique and successful sound.

Another great example is this piece called “Kitchen Crash” on Basilike Pappa’s amazing blog “Silent Hour.” Each sentence contains eight words, which match the number of letters in the word “omelette.” These self-imposed constraints shaped and informed the art.

While there, check out the rest of this site. It contains a great mix of poetry and prose. This is someone to pay attention to!

SOURCE: KITCHEN CRASH on SILENT HOUR by BASILIKE PAPPA

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