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My new story can be found under Day 19 of the Indie Author's Advent Calendar. I hope you enjoy this story of winter's touch. While you're there, why not check out some of the other goodies in the calendar?!
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After taking a long hiatus from writing over the last year, I am very happy to share the news that I have a new story available to read at Kingdoms in the Wild, an independent publishing platform showcasing "poetry + fiction by and for wide-eyed dreamers". (What a lovely description - I'm delighted to be included in that bunch!).
My story is "The Time of Singing Has Come". In the far future, humanity has split into two communities: the Ark, who strive to heal the ruined world, and the Flock, a winged human sub-species. Dunna, raised in a remote Ark, is enthralled by the song of the Flock.
Here's a teaser from the start:
I never see them, only the blurred edges of their shadows. I hear their singing. It keeps me awake during the long, hot nights when I cannot sleep with my shutters closed because the heat becomes too oppressive in the house, yet I cannot sleep with my shutters open because my heart is suppressed in my chest, beating to get out. Their singing makes it flutter like their wings.
When I walk through the garden in the mornings, I almost catch a glimpse: I step around a broad-leaved plant, hear broken whispers, the battering of wings, but all I see are lengthening silhouettes, and when my eyes try to follow, they are blinded by the sun.
My brothers think my longing is a sickness. They hate that I spend all afternoon before my harp, trying and failing to recapture the music that haunts my waking dreams.
... Read the rest on Kingdoms in the Wild.
I hope you enjoy my story and are able to take some time to explore the other stories and poems on Kingdoms in the Wild. Keep dreaming!