Adelae Guevara
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Nothing's End. Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge.
Corvus walked the empty streets of Nihlos without disquietude, his shadow cape flowing long behind him, blending with the night. An echo pursued his boots, heavy against the cobblestone thoroughfares and the living mist that swirled around him as if attempting to swallow his intentions as well as his physical body. Nothing about Nihlos, or 'Nothing's End' as the Living Worlder's called it, was real. Not the streets, with their quaint houses and shopfronts in them, not the iron lampposts that flickered at random, playing their silent game of musical lights; not even the perpetual purple haze that seemed to fill this space between worlds every time Corvus entered. The large moon that leant Nothing's End its light, was but a ghost of its living sister. A shadow. The young Soul Trader noticed the giant black and white beasts who often circled it together in their strange, preternatural dance were absent tonight. He'd often longed to call one down, to touch one even. But Nihlos, was an illusion. A limbo. A place of in-between. It wasn't a place for the living, but a place for the passing, the mind-sacked, and the lost. The lost were as good as dead here, which is why Corvus' profession was coveted so.
By Adelae Guevara3 years ago in Fiction
Citizen of the Night
Evenfall brought with it the shield of darkness that Sorro found himself craving more and more, so often in fact he felt his desire for it's protection as soon as the sun had risen; a place to learn, a place to hide, but mostly- a place of escape. There was freedom in this blanket of stars which fell each night, oh yes...but he'd remembered his teachings well enough.
By Adelae Guevara4 years ago in Fiction
Under the Curtain
The adagio creeps its way through into the outro until the music finishes, and I release my fingers from their grip around the long ebonite body balancing from my mouth; its shiny nickel exoskeleton winding around the length of it like an armoured vine. I look towards the three seemingly unreadable faces in front of me, and smile, and they share knowing glances and are exchanging secret thoughts. I let my Buffet Crampton R13 drop from my lips and rest comfortably in my lap as I wait for permission to stand.
By Adelae Guevara4 years ago in Fiction
The First Day of Christmas
I park the car. Now that I’m here, I’d rather not go in. But the promise of a fireplace and interior heating beckons me, so I get my shit together and force myself out. It’s clear I’m the last one to arrive from all the vehicles parked along the street which I recognise as belonging to my five other siblings and their families. There’s tinsel coiled around the mailbox, and a holly wreath adorning the front door. A Santa sleigh complete with all seven reindeer is artfully displayed across the front lawn which is hidden under a blanket of snow. Rudolph’s red nose is bright as a beacon even at midday. Tiny lights are stapled into the roof, they hang from the front balcony and off the trees, and the entire property will be alight when darkness falls. People know its Christmas here. Mum is a sucker for holidays and has religiously showcased her menagerie of festive décor year after year since I was child. She and Dad have won the annual London Christmas Light Display six times in twenty years. It’s completely bonkers, but that’s just Mum and Dad.
By Adelae Guevara4 years ago in Fiction
Frozen
Anyone could be forgiven for expecting the first week to be the hardest, the initial shock overriding sense and thought. It was a constant reminder of a new reality, as if waiting determined at the doorstep of one’s mind each morning upon waking. That’s why Edward preferred sleeping. He’d never lost a parent. But it wasn’t the case. The first week had been calm, peaceful almost as he; the eldest of three siblings had begun to gather all of his mother’s affairs in order, rifling through legal documents pertaining to her will, the deed to her estate and other various assets. It had been a numbing process that allowed facts and figures to soothe his mind and salve unwanted memories that threatened him when he was still. Olive’s Will and Testament served as an instructive manual reflecting nothing short of her predictable nature, as she had divided everything equally to Edward and his two sisters. He’d been grateful and the denominations had filled him with possibility. Olive had inherited her considerable wealth from her established upper-class family, the only child of a foreigner born into generational wealth of her own and a former Secretary of State of equal social standing. Sadly, she had lived a life shorter than expected, leaving Edward to sign documents he hadn’t anticipated seeing for another thirty years at least. Olive had been sixty-four.
By Adelae Guevara4 years ago in Fiction
The Crosswalk of Compliments
“Great shirt.” “I like your tie.” “Nice hair.” The three women passed quickly, smiling at Matt as they each complimented him one after the after. Matt smiled back, a blush creeping up the side of his left cheek. He continued to walk across the crossing, heading left as he hit the sidewalk and entered the revolving door of the mirrored skyscraper where he worked at Wiztech Pty Ltd.
By Adelae Guevara4 years ago in Fiction
The Hierophant
There once was a bull named Hierophant. Known for his endless wisdom, Hierophant was mysterious, but also known to be trustworthy by nature. He spent his days in service to those in need of his wisdom and yet had of recent been starting to feel he lacked the perception needed to ameliorate his own internal conflict. There was a great Emperor who ruled over the kingdom, of whom Hierophant had not yet had the pleasure of meeting and felt he must do so in order to obtain knowledge of the self. He decided in his great wisdom that he must bring a gift with him. There was nothing more valuable than knowledge in Hierophant’s opinion, so he decided to visit some old friends.
By Adelae Guevara4 years ago in Fiction
