On Top

I sit at the very top of everything. Well, I suppose not everything. The sky is above me, stretching from horizon to horizon, its vast blue openness clear and freeing. A few clouds float above my head as well, light and fluffy. They must be light, I think, smiling, to be able to drift so … Continue reading On Top

Short Story: Prisoners of the Dark

It was dark. When Cillan opened his eyes, he felt like nothing had changed. He breathed in stuffy, humid air and let out a quiet groan. Are there hammers pounding my head? He pushed himself painfully onto his elbows and looked around. All was pitch-black. “Where in the kingdom...” Cillan began, but stopped abruptly. A … Continue reading Short Story: Prisoners of the Dark