It started with the screaming. They had camped in the woods about a day’s journey away from Mistad. Astra and Kalde had discovered a small clearing layered in crunchy pine needles that breathed an aromatic sigh when stepped on. Worn down from the rigors of the road, they settled in…

He continued to fail at making friends with the horse. The rhythmic clopping of Stormy’s hooves played counterpoint to the melodious hum of the cicadas hidden in the surrounding meadows. The smoldering sun had dropped into the clouds behind them as they neared Mistad, quenching some of the oppressive…

I woke up in a large bed centered in my bedroom. The shades of the windows were either pulled up, or had been removed, flooding the entire room in harsh light that left no room for shadows to flourish. The room was purposefully empty, devoid of any furniture. The…

Clouds like great phantasmatic marine life leaking heat lightning billow through an ocean of velvet waters above me,

The moon a stringent white pearl concentrating all the light of the world upon it’s scarred and ancient face.

The wind brings the night to life; amid the threnody of cicadas and the gossiping rustle of leaves descending by doctrine of gravity to the heat soaked earth under my feet,

I watch for the concealed stars to recount my constellations; hoping for another night in which I may share the splendor.

Bobby was ten. The first fortune he found had been in 1947. He had been a meek and observant brown haired child. He could dimly recall the squat, crumbling building that contained the Chinese restaurant, packed in between a bank with buttressed columns and a foggy dry cleaner. The interior…

Luke A Giegerich

The experiences of my life are the symbols I use to shape the words of my prose.

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