Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
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I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.
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Doom, Boom, and the Baby
"It's alive." "It's awake." "It blinked." "I saw." Doom and Boom stared at the tiny bundle of cloth, trying to decide what course of action to take. As always, they were of two minds on the matter. This wouldn't be such a problem, except that their two minds shared one body. To take any action, they would need to agree. However, until a consensus could be reached, both would be stuck doing nothing but looking, listening, and—of course—talking.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 years ago in Fiction
The Death of Hope
Briny waves crash up against the limestone cliffs as the ocean rolls in. The tide is high, and a massive thunderstorm is approaching fast. A young man and woman walk along the familiar and well-worn path, talking and laughing like they did when they were children. They stand atop a six-hundred-foot tall formation that bulges three hundred and fifty feet out into the ocean from the coast of Ireland. There is a forest of Scots pine, yew, and ash at the inland edge, secluding the plateau with a physical and magical boundary. The roof of her family manor is just visible over the treetops, but this is their place.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 years ago in Fiction
The Rule of Three
The rule of three is a media principle that states things are more interesting when they come in groups of three. In my life, though, it's usually the number of times I have to say something before I can get the right word to come out.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 years ago in Poets
A Silent Scream
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And, of course, “they” refers to my parents as they cautioned me against straying too far from the hive. The vacuum of space is an ever-looming threat on a planet where wormholes spawn randomly, drawing everything below into the inky nothingness of the galaxy or unleashing torrents of debris on unsuspecting victims of fate. And scream isn't really the right word.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 years ago in Fiction
