Stolen

These were not the lands of his ancestors. Long ago, his people had been men of the forest.  They'd foraged and hunted in peace for generations in woodlands far to the east.  Then, men with guns had taken their land, marched them off through tears to the empty places in the west they did not … Continue reading Stolen

Ice

"Amazing!" Trina gushed.  As she watched, a puddle of water behind the fume hood rose elegantly, its surface undulating as it spun as though a spindle, finally resolving itself into a distinct shape before freezing solid.  The result was a tall, slender crystal perched delicately on a flashed base.  "And that's water?" "Just water," Parker … Continue reading Ice