Category: Beyond an Intersection
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2 Sept: A Six Sentence Story
18 of 27 – Mirebright: A Fragment Unaccounted-For The Weight of Small Things The chipped bowl by her door held coins — not for luck or for God, but for the hollow-cheeked boy who came at dawn, socks sagging, schoolbag a sack of lint and secondhand books, shoelaces knotted like protection spells. Each morning he…
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26 Aug: A Six Sentence Story
17 of 27 – Ruinlit: Courage Mistaken for Recklessness Bounce: The 28th Glyph It started with a bouncing ball — brushed her ankle, rolled off the curb into traffic — chased by a boy no taller than courage, his hair sunrise, his eyes bright as thawing ice. Then came the car, chrome-gilled and blood-sleek, chaos’s…
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19 Aug: A Six Sentence Story
16.1 of 27 – Aetherskein: The Fragment: The Unseen Loom The Shape of a Word 19 August: Back home at an Intersection Named After an English King and a Saint: Brigid opens her journal to a fresh insert — thread-stitched, soft as confession — and when the pen touches cotton paper, a single drop of…
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19 Aug: A Six Sentence Story
16 of 27 – Aetherskein: The Fragment: The Unseen Loom Journal Entry: Beachy Head — 18 August, maybe 19, the moon doesn’t care Where the Thread Ends Twice A ribbon slips ashore at Brigid’s feet — opal-lilac, sea-soaked, old as plague-song — and the tide murmurs her name wrong, like someone remembering it from a…
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13 Aug: A Six Sentence Story
15 of 27: Featherhung – The Fragment: Unfinished Flight The soundtrack comes first this week: Best read with this music stitched to its unfolding glyph. Broken Dreams By Milad Ghavipanje. Part 4: Lindisfarne, Holy Island, 7th Century Brigid hunched over her desk — a slab of bog oak, black as a raven’s throat — when, halfway…
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22 July: A Six Sentence Story
14.2 of 27 – Driftspire: Lindisfarne – Before dawn, dreaming Part 3: Driftspire’s Tidemark Brigid dreams in crow-black ink and saltwater glyphs — names she realises she wrote herself, now unspooling like psalms soaked through by rain. Felreil stands at the edge of her sleep, voice soft as worn vellum: “Of course you dream this…
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9 July: A Six Sentence Story
13 of 27 – Stillrift: Peace Earned from Ruin Let It Become Weather It didn’t feel like peace when it came—just the absence of argument, like a room forgetting your name. That night, Felreil appeared as a crow on the footboard of Brigid’s bed, dropping black stones onto her feet—each one etched with a word…
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2 July: A Six – Brigid’s Journal
2 July: Left Scotland last night. Writing under the shadows of the monastic ruins of Lindisfarne, Northumbrian coast – aka Holy Island Arvet i Grönt – The Inheritance in Green The bowl was always there before I was, there resting in my grandmother’s lap like a second sun, heavy with stories it refused to spill.…
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2 July: A Six – Brigid’s Journal (revised)
2 July: Glen Affric, Scotland. Brigid leaves the Highlands with quiet hands and a storm behind her—what she carries now can’t be packed. Brigid Leaves the Highlands Brigid twists Connor’s ring from her finger; it clicks against the wooden table—a sound too small for such a leaving. This isn’t abandonment, it’s an offering to the…
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1 July: A Six Sentence Story
12 of 27: Frostwrit – Affection Behind a Locked Jaw The Egg Song “Easy, be gentle, my girl,” her grandmother says, eyebrows knitting into a single grey line, “and remember what I taught you this morning — focus, centre yourself — now be quick, or she’ll peck your eyes out.” “Mothers will do that,” the…
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