Author: Noelle Currie
The Lighthouse
I woke with the dawn that morning. The sunlight fell in through the window and it was moments before I realized where I was. The bed was as hard as frozen hay beneath me....
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Three
Serial Fantasy “Oh, hello there, little thing,” the immortal said at the sight of her. “Is that mine?” The human gestured to the red fruit in the immortal’s hand. She was a clever...
O is for Orphan
It seems that the sea is home after all. I labored on the churning brine since boyhood, hauling in the bulging nets, scraping my hands on the antiquated equipment, lulled to sleep by the...
The Present Past
Life Poetry The baguette shaped scar on my finger reminds me of a time when I still believed in magic When I thought I was the reincarnation of a pharaoh’s wife When I used...
Versification
The letters peel away from the page. and at a shift in meter, they begin to waltz. Only then feeling the stress of their feet, The importance in their scheme. They float away from...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Two
Fantasy “So fragile,” one immortal woman said, turning one of the playthings she’d just plucked in slender fingers. This particular immortal had hair as white as snow that hung straight to her naked...
