I hope that fellow Scribes will help out with this.
I'm collecting clothing for the people of West, TX.
I have family in the area and hearing how things are it makes me want to cry!
I'm asking if those of you in the states can do simple things that will go a long way to help these people.
Things you can do:
Donate money to the Red Cross.
Clean out your closets, clothing of all sizes is needed badly, half the town is just gone, the other half have been
Antiseptic hallways gleam,
replacing my well-thought dream;
where did it go,
what do I really know?
I held so tightly
to what I thought was real
but now, what is left to feel?
The loneliness of a twin bed,
metal wire over a window
that once held where I could go?
Is this a joke?
I’m not laughing anymore.
This is an old story of mine; it was published in the speculative fiction journal Zahir in 2008. But it's one of my favorites, so I've decided to share it on MythicScribes. Hope you enjoy! (And if not, don't worry -- I can take it.)
A chilly mist rises as Jenn and I trod up the mountain path. Sunlight flows in thin ribbons through a thick canopy of ancient oaks, illuminating the understory of spindly bamboo in pale shades of green and gold. We pause at the usual
As Torval watched, his amazement grew. What emerged was a length of some sort of wood. It was dark, almost the color of ebony, and shone with a similar luster. He could see the wood’s grain or else he would not have believed the staff to be wood. As Grafeldr finished unwrapping it, he stood up and held it out at arm’s length for Torval to examine.
With tentative hands, Torval reached out and accepted the staff, for that is what it appeared to be – a six-foot-long walking staff of
“We should go,” he said.
“You did well, Torval,” Grafeldr said and patted Torval’s shoulder. “We will train more another day.”
“Shall we go to the village market now?” asked Ästa getting to her feet.
To Torval’s amazement she looked fresh and rested. He wiped sweat from his eyes and shook his head. Unbelievable; perhaps he didn’t test her quite as hard as he thought.
“I still have my chores to do,” Ästa said.
They said their