2024-12-24
3037 words (15 minutes)
The Old Forest is never silent. Life is noisy, regardless of whether one has the ears to hear it. The ebb and flow of animal calls form a murmuration that, at intervals, yields the stage to the quiet susurration of leaves catching the wind. Even lower, beneath the notice of all but the most careful listeners, the trees creak and rumble with their own song.
2022-12-21
1111 words (6 minutes)
“Astonishing! Where you come from, they really let humans pilot your own mechs? Just, what, with your hands? Operating buttons and levers like a carnival ride?”
They crowd me, far more curious than I ever expected a bunch of human-shaped machines could be.
2022-06-13
813 words (4 minutes)
“It’s kinda romantic, don’t you think?” the mechanic asks, staring at the massive combat unit.
2022-01-16
1511 words (8 minutes)
My other half is gone, and nothing will ever fill that gap inside me again.