Z. Kozak

Joined January 2022

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I'm Old, Gandalf
I never took care of my knees — Now they’re crunchy and grumpy as bees. Oh, I’m just thirty one, But the dying’s begun, And in my day we walked ten miles to school in three-hundred degree weather and there was only one gender and movies were better and now I can feel a draft from under the door, do you want me to freeze?
By Z. Kozak3 years ago in Poets
Honey & Stone
Arkadi was nine years old, and broken, when first he heard the crows speak. Arkasha, they said, perched at his open window, as though they knew him. Arkasha, we heard you calling. Their raspy, creaking voices sounded like an old door opening up to a new and unfamiliar world.
By Z. Kozak3 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Chains
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. This is what my mother told me. She whispered stories to me, when I was a young girl sitting beside her in the dark. Stories about a time long past, when our people didn’t cower in caves. When the shadows didn’t darken the rolling grass below, and we didn’t spend every waking moment craning our necks to watch the sky in fear.
By Z. Kozak4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Ki Kura
Part II ~ The plains of Ezgutashina punished their wayward son. Storm clouds darkened the skies, and winds whipped through like angry gods. Nakisu Tae felt cold and hunger as he’d never felt in his life, clinging to the shelter of a rock as a babe to his mother.
By Z. Kozak4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Ki Kura
Part I ~ All he had ever wanted was his own name. One that belonged to him, and not his father. But his family was proud and powerful, and he was given the name Ki Kura, like his father before him, which meant, in the old tongue, the highest house.
By Z. Kozak4 years ago in Fiction
Speak, White Dog
The Hills were full of monsters, my father told me. In the rolling white that surrounded our town, vast and littered with frosted trees and frozen grass, were said to live all manner of horrible things.
By Z. Kozak4 years ago in Fiction
Stars Are Bodies
CHAPTER ONE “Riska,” she said, holding out her hand in greeting. The young man beside her at the bar took her hand in his, nodding eagerly.
By Z. Kozak4 years ago in Fiction
Ask And The Wind
They held hands tightly. The boy stepped from the rocky shore onto the soft, mossy earth and felt his old life rush past him like an icy wind. He looked down at Ada, pale and trembling beside him, and the cold fear that had overtaken his chest as they sailed across the dark, slate sea now warmed into a quiet rage. An ember.
By Z. Kozak4 years ago in Fiction