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Disparate Threads – Melody through Dreams

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This is the next installment of Disparate Threads, a Fantasy-Fiction Blog-Serial that updates twice weekly.  To read the story from the beginning (and to learn more about the world and the characters) check out Disparate Threads.

Mikael stood once again in the middle of the barren land, an empty field covered with a layer of crisp white snow.

There was no wind, the air was not cold, and there was no sun to reflect on the snow. Just a field. Ongoing, infinite plain clear whiteness, mimicked by a sky full of crisp white clouds that seemed to roll on for eternity. The faintest air of gray separated the two, the only thing giving distinction between land and sky. It was blinding in its vast barrenness, distracting in its emptiness. Mikael closed her eyes, knowing that she had to concentrate. Too often, of late, her dreams had been of this barren land, this emptiness. And too often she had allowed herself to simply stand, passively looking around, unable to see beyond the nothing though she knew something must be there. Something beyond the silence that rushed through her.

Shaking slightly she opened her eyes, looking far to the distance, turning slowly to see all around. Nothing. Nothing but same gray and white.

“Show me, show me… something.” Mikael muttered, her voice carrying in the silence. “Give me guidance. Show me the way to go.” She raised her voice, pleading, “What is happening? What am I supposed to be doing? Why?” She did not know who [Read More].

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Disparate Threads – Settling into the New

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This is the next installment of Disparate Threads, a Fantasy-Fiction Blog-Serial that updates twice weekly.  To read the story from the beginning (and to learn more about the world and the characters) check out Disparate Threads.

 

Dinner conversation revolved around how the animals were managing, Mitchell’s newest carving project, and the plans that Gloria had for the meals in the coming weeks. Mikael contributed little, mostly listening to hear between the words, to see if she could find some sort of understanding in what was not being said. But she could find nothing. After the dishes had been cleared, as the darkness of night was beginning to descend, Mitchell turned to Mikael.

“Karele, I was hoping I could steal away a little of your time this evening. I’ve been working on a project in the studio and I’d love your opinion.” She opened her mouth to say something, to question his use of that fake name, but the look he gave her caused her to quickly close it again. Though his words were light and casual, his face was set in a serious expression with something almost pleading about it.

“I need the viewpoint of someone younger on this,” he continued, leading her through the front room to the staircase, “I know how much you loved the toys I used to send you when you were a child, so I thought perhaps you’d be able to help me with some thoughts on this one.” Mikael again prepared to protest, as far as she knew she had never received gifts… [Read More]

 

Disparate Threads — A Visitor

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This is the next installment of Disparate Threads, a Fantasy-Fiction Blog-Serial that updates twice weekly.  To read the story from the beginning (and to learn more about the world and the characters) check out Disparate Threads.


The storm seemed to stretch on for eternity, showing little sign of letting up. Mikael found herself easily falling into her own role within the household, patterns and habits establishing themselves. When she presented the pile of fabric to Gloria and Mitchell something shifted between them, and there was a gentle transition from Mikael feeling like a guest in their home to feeling as though she were being accepted as a member of the household.

Sometimes, when the winds weren’t howling howl quite as strong, Mikael was invited to help in the barn. Cleaning stalls, feeding animals, all kinds of work she would have never imagined she would do. It was hard work, but Mikael found herself enjoying it in a way; there was something satisfying in ending each day so exhausted that sleep came easily.

On days when the storm was particularly vehement Mitchell ventured to the barn alone, sometimes having to navigate the way using a clothesline tied between the house and the barn. He would tend to the necessary chores there before vanishing to his workshop below the house.

Gloria and Mikael would work on various indoor tasks accompanied by the background music of hammering, sawing, and the occasional clatter of wood being dropped or split. It was a cozy peacefulness that began to settle around Mikael like a warm blanket. At moments she could almost lull herself into thinking that life had always been this way, memories of Joie fading. Sometimes the growing peace would be jolted by a tune would passing through her mind, music that had haunted her nights. She tried to shuffle the tune away, there was nothing that could be done about it now. If, indeed, there was anything that she could do at all.

One day, when the storm had decided to settle for a short while, a knock on the door brought a jarring reminder that there existed a world outside. [Read More]

Disparate Threads — Warmth in the Storm

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 This is the next installment of Disparate Threads, a Fantasy-Fiction Blog-Serial that updates twice weekly.  To read the story from the beginning (and to learn more about the world and the characters) check out Disparate Threads.

That night Mikael sat up for some time, her mind continuing to swirl in thought. Gloria and Mitchell seemed to get by on so little and asked so little of her. She wanted to trust them, and found herself doing so in little bits and piece, without thought, as she had trusted the footman who bid her to run into the woods. Something stirring from deep within her was slowly growing and expanding with a conviction that she had to learn whom to trust, to decide who and when she was going to give full trust to others; Joie’s belief that no one could be trusted would only get her so far.

Whatever was coming with the stirring of the air and cold could not be survived in isolation. The cold in the woods would have killed her, if nothing else had gotten to her first, and it had seemed there was little choice but trust Gloria and Mitchell when they offered to take her in; so far they had done nothing to show any signs that they wanted anything but the best for her. She sensed that, just as she was learning to trust their kindness, she had to also trust this sense she carried of a lurking danger, this other-worldly cold. She had to trust her sense that she could not survive it alone, and would have to allow herself to put some faith in others if they were to survive.

Her eyes drifted to the wall, where Gloria has carefully hung the dress Mikael had arrived in; she had taken great care in cleaning and repairing it. A beautiful dress, but completely impractical here. Mikael leaned back with a sigh, listening again to the sounds of the storm raging outside; picking …  [Read More]

 

Round-Up Round Two

Here are a few of the things that have caught my attention this month:

Resilience through Change, explored in The Sky(Deck) is Not Falling,

A fun list of procrastination types.

Someone tried to tell adults that they should be ashamed of reading Young Adult literature this month.  Needless to say, some people had things to say about this matter.

Encounters with a legend.

On a much more serious note:  How We All Miss the Point on School Shootings.

But, lets finish with some new music.  I’ve been hearing UltraTom’s music (in one form or another) for pretty much my whole life… always love when he puts together something new, and have found it to be great music to write to!

An Alli-Request!

Blogging Etiquette

So, I’m not entirely sure what “Standard Practice” is, but I have a request.  While I love that I get people liking my posts, I would love it even more if they were being read!  When I get a “like” within a few seconds of the post going live, or when a post goes up where you need to click a link to finish reading it and it’s clear that the link hasn’t been clicked (like, a recent post which the link was broken for the first 3 hours the post was up, until someone called that to my attention), I’m pretty sure that the post hasn’t been read.

I like to pretend that I’m all kinds of awesome (or, rather, I try to pretend that I am), but I’m pretty sure I’m not awesome enough that everything I write is golden.   Hopefully no one else is making such assumptions either!  I would much rather have someone take the time to read what I have written and make some comments than to blindly click the star and move on.  Quality over quantity.    🙂