I’m swept awayIn the swelteringStorm, you pulledMe into. I became yourLoyal companionSunlit days,Midnight hours. All it tookWas one glanceToward my path,My fate was sealed. Are you a hero?Are you a villain?I cannot discernOne from the other. To ask me thatWould compareTo ask God aboutHeaven and hell. Why is thereGood and evil?Is our days pureHappenstance? I ...

Esk returned to Sam’s cabin home, still upset. Sam, concerned, sat down in his recliner to join him. Esk stared at the ashes in the fireplace. “Esk, I know ya’ been havin’ a hard time lately,” Sam said. “That is what you call an understatement,” Esk mumbled. “Bein’ an angel must be hard, huh?” “Yes. ...

Dr. Severius was just waking from the deepest sleep experienced since his residency days when Esk showed up. Esk seemed troubled. “When are you going to let me go? What are you going to do to me here? And where is ‘here’?” Severius asked. “You know where we are, Lod. Do not try to trick ...

Part 1 | Part 2 “Lachesis has a lot of explaining to do,” the dark-haired woman muttered to herself as she stormed the familiar path between the puddles of standing water amongst the darkened trees. Skotádne rubbed the skin around her finger, where she felt the loop of thread connecting her to the other thing ...

Part 1 Who was she? He stared at the Levite’s fortifications around their mud-brick buildings. Cast out by yet another conqueror, they now prospered in this new place. They will always prosper with faith in their God. He shook his head, crossing his arms and half-grinning as a group of children ran toward their homes. ...

She’d always existed. She wandered the streets of the city. Men atop carts preached of a time when only light existed, but she remembered it differently. “Skotádne!” A glowing young priestess called, scampering down the temple steps toward her friend. “How are you? Have you come to celebrate the Dionysus feast with everyone? Well, except ...

The Appalachian Trail is full of magic. It happens often enough that hikers created the term “Trail Magic.” Trail Magic can be something as simple as a cooler packed with cold soda and candy. Other times fresh fruit. It might be jugs of filtered water in parts where water is scarce. It’s all magic. They ...

Read Previous Installments of Deep Roots. Aileen sat shocked, watching the drama play out. Mr. Henshaw got up and shook Gus’s hand, squeezed her shoulder, grabbed his briefcase and cane, and moved toward the exit, shaking Sheridan’s hand and giving Eloise a quick hug as he passed by. She gathered her stuff and stood to ...

Previous instalments of Deep Roots. The Sweetgrass County Courthouse was unlike any courthouse Aileen had ever seen. There was no towering skyscraper covered in tinted glass and no ornately decorated lobby with chandeliers and marble pillars. This was a rustic courthouse with only one courtroom, presided over by Judge Jonathan Vargus, who was well respected ...

Previous installments of Deep Roots. The meeting ended and they all headed toward their vehicles. Aileen opened her driver’s door and sat in the driver’s seat with her hands on the centre of the steering wheel and her forehead resting on the top of it. She was struggling to breathe. “Are you okay?” Sheridan asked ...