Birdy Rain
Bio
They always said I talked too much and so I began to write. I can be found on Big Island (Hawai'i) talking to cats, making chocolate, or "working on my book."
Stories (14)
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Sassan and the Hema
*Reference the glossary for unfamiliar terms at the end of the tale* Haath’Loma was erupting again. The moons had just risen, casting their soft green glow over the dense jungle when the air began to charge and crackle with anxious anticipation. The sky suddenlty shattered with blinding splinters of lightning. Thunder shook dust from the walls and dared the clouds to drop into the sea. And, after three days of nauseating quakes, the two craters of Haath’Loma began belching smoke. Sulfur hissed and plumes of noxious gas coughed into the night until both moons were obscured. The enan side of the cone cracked open into a long and jagged fissure; and from the fissure oozed a slow and swollen bulge of haath that groaned under pressure and tumbled desperately down the slopes. The haath gained momentum as it snaked its way down the loma and began racing across the land. Trees burst into flame and then were swallowed whole. Fish ponds were licked up in the heat; the village, having been neatly packed and humbly evacuated mere hours after the earthquakes began, were decimated. The People of this lush, volcanic land were accustomed to a degree of displacement…
By Birdy Rain3 years ago in Fiction
La Guara Rojo
Maria had been sitting in the maloka for almost an hour. In the darkness, over the pounding of her own heart, she could hear her neighbours shifting in their seats, rearranging crystals on their altars, rolling mambe. She’d watched the curandero stand in the middle of the circle, blowing ceremonial tobacco smoke to the four cardinal directions, thanking Father Sky and Mother Earth.
By Birdy Rain4 years ago in Fiction
