nicole sakai-aviles
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poet | novelist | short-fiction | magical realism | fantasy
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Brother
When I was three years old, in an act of defiance against the looming end of my spoiled life as an only-child, I took the arrowheads my grandfather gave to me and flung them into the cold north sea. I marked them as they fell (one, two, three, just like me!), whooping at the way they threw back the sun’s light on their dizzy descent. A baby boy was coming, they said to me earlier in the day; a gift from the kamuy to carry the dreams of my grandfather, of my grandfather’s grandfather, indeed, the dreams of our whole history, proudly into the future. At three years old, I stuck my thumb into my mouth and blew a trumpet sound to express my disgust. At three years old, I ran, laughing, from my mother’s scolding hand. At three years old, I snuck away with my grandfather’s arrows, wondering what was so different between me and some baby boy that meant I couldn’t be a dream child, too.
By nicole sakai-aviles4 years ago in Fiction
To Swallow the Shifting Moon
Wesley knew only one truth, and it was as simple as this: that the stars loved the dragon as much as she did. Hiding in the deep woods, she liked to count the stars like she counted the sapphire scales on the dragon’s back, lying belly-down on top of him, singing softly, running fingers over his glimmering armour. For every scale, for every star, she made a wish. Only the dragon and the stars knew all her wishes, and she had two favorites. First, that the dragon be with her forever. Second, that her family never find him.
By nicole sakai-aviles4 years ago in Fiction
