What We Built From Ruins, Part Four

Berlin Raben

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] I. The grove was still as the sun set, a chill upon the evening settling the spirits of the students into a contemplative gaze.  The Druid felt the cold in his bones a bit more every year, and this evening particularly.  Age and the world weighed upon him almost as heavily as memory. He sighed.  “We’d thought we could go on like this forever, you know.  You, who weren’t yet born cannot perhaps understand what such an illusion is.  What are your … [Read more...]

What We Built From Ruins (Part Two)

Berlin Raben

(Part One is here) I. "I remember how we tried everything." The old man's face was turned towards the students, but he wasn't looking at them.  His eyes tried to see something else, something in the space between what was before him and what had been.  His silence seemed to unnerve a few of them. He began again.  "We tried everything to keep what we'd thought was important.  We tried turning our food into fuel for our cars, but then there wasn't enough food to eat.  Going fast or … [Read more...]

What We Built From Ruins (Part One)

Berlin Raben

(This is a work of fiction in response to the question posed by Christine Kraemer, "What do we hope to build?") I. The autumnal light shown gold and rose through the branches of the alder and birch as the group appeared. Despite his weak eyes and failing hearing, the old Druid needed no notice of their arrival—the young are never inconspicuous. “You’re here for a tale?” he called out, startling them. After a moment of confusion they all noticed him, and one called out in return. … [Read more...]

An unexpected way to meet a Goddess

Creative Commons image by Nigel Cox

It was 2001 and I'd been living in England for a year. My friend Matt moved to England with his entire library of beloved paperbacks and introduced me to many great books. He had an amazing collection of sci-fi and fantasy from authors I'd never heard of. Frankly, I never was much of a fiction reader before that. I'd enjoyed my fiction in the form of graphic novels or film, and consumed books almost exclusively for their non-fiction content. All of the books I read from Matt's library in 2001 … [Read more...]

Exploring Place Through Fiction

Image of a building on the Clyde River

Fiction has been a way for me to explore ideas without the boundaries of ordinary reality since I was a child. I don't remember when I wrote my first short story, but I do remember clearly the day that I wrote my first poem. I was 6. I was outside playing with friends down the street when the rain started to fall. I returned home somewhat slowly, daydreaming as I went about the life of ants. By the time I walked in the front door, I went straight to the kitchen table to grab one of my mother's … [Read more...]