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Departure

“I can smell the change in the air: not unlike autumn it’s a sudden crisp feel, a moment of clarity, the sharp realization before the haze of hibernation. The spin of the Spiral is reaching the last rounds before the transformation begins.” “The trains are still awaiting for the last of the passengers and I […]

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The Spiral Dance

“Did I understand correctly that there’s some sort of special celebration taking place tonight, Miss Scapula?” “Absolutely. It’s the biggest, grandest, and dare I say… steamiest party of the season. Most awaited one.” “And it takes place in Club Gothika?” “In its Mobile Unit, let’s be clear about that. The one within the Spiral, underground […]

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The Detectors of the Station

“Miss Sight, I assume you’re busy at work, but perhaps I could have just a few words…?” “Friendly greeting, Visitor 9321. Your record shows no trespasses or misconduct, your current stay at the Spiral just reached nine days, one hour, forty-five minutes and counting.” “Yes, that is correct. Is that what you do, the Detectors […]

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The Clocktower of Creation

“Miss Anna, I cannot express how happy I am to finally be able to talk to one of you Prototypes, I have been hearing so much about you.” “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you. I have been designed to feel comfortable and pleased when interacting with humans in a socially acceptable and friendly […]

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The Wrench Hand

“Miss Abigail, a moment of your time?” “Abby. By Gear and Gadget, do I look like a nob? ‘m a wrench hand, you can drop the blasted misses.” “Abby. I was just wondering what exactly it is that the… wrench hands do in the Spiral?” “What does it look like we do? Pick daisies? We […]

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The Captain of the Gaze

“Captain Lupine, I’ve been told that you’re the one in charge of the Gaze, the local law enforcement unit. Is that correct?” “Yes. You would be the recently arrived journalist, snooping around already.” “Reporting, Captain. Reporting. Misinformation is a dreadful thing.” “Granted. But so is rumor-mongering. You have five minutes. Speak.”  “It seems to me […]

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Returning to the Spiral

“It’s been a year since I joined Captain Gearsworth’s crew as they left the Spiral. A year of journeys, flight, adventure and experiences such that I could not reliably scribe them for the fear of scandalizing my audience to death.” “One year and here I am again, stepping onto the Spiral. I knew I would […]

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Just Be

They’re always there, fluttering. Thoughts, hopes, fears. What-ifs of past, paths of the future. Choices, estimations, considerations, re-considerations. Neverending. Tempting, condemning, promising, despairing. They can feel like a burden, a swarm around you, never giving you a moment’s peace, drawing you in different directions, pulling your steps from one side to another, turn from your […]

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Just Be

They’re always there, fluttering. Thoughts, hopes, fears. What-ifs of past, paths of the future. Choices, estimations, considerations, re-considerations. Neverending. Tempting, condemning, promising, despairing. They can feel like a burden, a swarm around you, never giving you a moment’s peace, drawing you in different directions, pulling your steps from one side to another, turn from your […]

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Keep Walking

“Of course we come out at daytime as well. No, the sun does not really burn us. No, we do not turn to stone at the touch of sunlight.” “Parasols are convenient though, even on beautifully soft and cloudy days. …no, not because of the sunlight, didn’t you listen a word I said? They’re convenient […]

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Keep Walking

“Of course we come out at daytime as well. No, the sun does not really burn us. No, we do not turn to stone at the touch of sunlight.” “Parasols are convenient though, even on beautifully soft and cloudy days. …no, not because of the sunlight, didn’t you listen a word I said? They’re convenient […]

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The Violet Vision

It is all about the vision. Do you see in the dark? Do you see the sights in the night? Do you see the pathways, the dance, the invitation? Do you see where it all leads? Are you one of the dark-dwelling folks, the ones who hiss at daylight and awaken truly at night? Do […]

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The Violet Vision

It is all about the vision. Do you see in the dark? Do you see the sights in the night? Do you see the pathways, the dance, the invitation? Do you see where it all leads? Are you one of the dark-dwelling folks, the ones who hiss at daylight and awaken truly at night? Do […]

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Blogger Challenge: My New Shiny

“Do try these eggs,” the nixie boy said. “They’re from creatures that live only here in the Blackwater Glenn. The snail is especially tasty.” “…things look swirly,” the rainbow fairy exhaled after having a nibble. “‘n funny coloured. Oh look, there’s glowing spirals dancing in the air!” “Just you wait… a few moments more and […]

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Blogger Challenge: My New Shiny

“Do try these eggs,” the nixie boy said. “They’re from creatures that live only here in the Blackwater Glenn. The snail is especially tasty.” “…things look swirly,” the rainbow fairy exhaled after having a nibble. “‘n funny coloured. Oh look, there’s glowing spirals dancing in the air!” “Just you wait… a few moments more and […]

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Black Trees, Red Skies

The black trees of Mourningvale Thicket tell a dire story of death and decay, the whole forest is dark and mostly lifeless, only the occasional red splatter of life in the trees or flowers drawing in the eye of the wanderer. They say the trees drink in the blood of the unwary traveler, they say […]

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Black Trees, Red Skies

The black trees of Mourningvale Thicket tell a dire story of death and decay, the whole forest is dark and mostly lifeless, only the occasional red splatter of life in the trees or flowers drawing in the eye of the wanderer. They say the trees drink in the blood of the unwary traveler, they say […]

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The Kitten and the Tree

Miss Flufflepaw knew she shouldn’t go alone into the Faery Court, all the other Fang Fairies had told her it was too dangerous. “There’s wicked Unseelie there and they often like to pull the tails of dinkies and splash you right into the water from the air!” But there she was, right at the ginormous dual […]

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The Kitten and the Tree

Miss Flufflepaw knew she shouldn’t go alone into the Faery Court, all the other Fang Fairies had told her it was too dangerous. “There’s wicked Unseelie there and they often like to pull the tails of dinkies and splash you right into the water from the air!” But there she was, right at the ginormous dual […]

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Sanctum Stone

They are all made of it, the angels. Sanctum stone, the same material as the cathedral they inhabit. They pose, adorn, guard, declare, point, celebrate. They are everywhere. You may find them in the strangest of places, like the sculptor wanted to breathe life into stone, give them a will of their own. They might […]

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