Although by now Anna has seen several strange things and people, she couldn’t help a gasp of astonishment. There was nothing normal about the pocket wyssun. It had an upright pear-shaped fat body, small enough to fit into Anna’s palm, but heavy as lead.The head was topped with a pair…
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It was a peculiar song with a melody rhythmical and plaintive at the same time, like nothing Anna had ever heard before. They sang: Where no color’s to be seen In pitch black the paths begin. Red ignites the game of life For a hunter to arrive. Merry with an…
Meet the characters: Yaret She heard steps approaching, accompanied with rhythmic tinkling, then a tip of a shiny metallic boot appeared in front of her, and the other. She looked up and saw a pair of long legs belonging to a Counsilor towering above her. He turned his face down…
A completely inexplicable character walked into the room. At first glance, he looked like a skinny teenage boy no taller than Anna, but there was something ancient about his smooth face. That which in the features of the others was beautiful, in his face seemed exaggerated, as if every part…
“Sha, Hunters!” Someone’s voice carried over the noise. The crowd dispersed. An older man was making his way towards Anna. He wore a green snorkel parka, the same type her coach had, except extremely worn out and soiled. He came close, squinting and wincing, as if with a toothache. He…
He was standing up to his knees in snow, talking nonsense, and Anna took a moment to study him. He was lightly built, but looked strong, like he could have been a serious athlete. Most importantly, he had a very sweet, open face, the kind of face you don’t want…
Meet the characters: Anna When you are into sports, you are no stranger to pain. Her coach used to say, pain was a friend who reminds you about what’s real. Anna sometimes thought that as far as friends went, pain was the most reliable, because it never lied. That’s why…
You come into me. I've never invited you, still you come. The secret is, only the unbidden are welcome. You come as a refugee pretending to be a conqueror pretending to be a refugee. I've seen it before. It's all I look at. It's everything I like. I eat you. You’re…
Alice Alice walks the streets. She feels chills. Alice shrugs into her rabbit coat; it’s worn at the sleeves but still glows white in the twilight. Her knee is scraped by the cold that creeps through the hole of her striped nylons. Streetlights go up and she’s…
“They call it Rapture,” Myung-sook says without looking me in the eyes. “As in utmost joy, an ecstatic feeling. Also, as in being carried away.” I nod. It’s a familiar feeling. The utmost joy of being a part of the heroic nation struggling against enemies external and internal, marching together…