• Courka commented on the post, flannel 2 years, 2 months ago

    He wrapped her up in it, swaddling her close and lifting her into his arms. She was perfect– bright blue eyes, dark hair, rosy cheeks. And she was his. She always would be.

    The doctor walked his way. “Congratulations, Dad.”

  • Courka commented on the post, firepower 2 years, 2 months ago

    It only took one blast to break through the tower’s defenses. Brick and mortar exploded in a flash of light and fire, and the building toppled inward. The great stone spire had fallen in one breath of dragonflame, and with it rose the morale of her army.

  • Courka commented on the post, selective 2 years, 2 months ago

    She eyed the rows of produce with an almost-wary eye, her cart clattering on the uneven tiles. She preferred shopping in the wee hours of the morning, when most people were asleep and the college kids were home partying. It was quiet. Just her, the cart, and the food. She could take her time. Be picky. Savor the moment.

  • Courka commented on the post, steps 2 years, 2 months ago

    Her foot broke the water’s surface, tentative, ready to pull back at the first sign of danger. Of something wrong. But nothing happened; the waves lapped quietly at her toes and buried her deeper in the sand with every pass. She took another step. The water was cool and inviting, innocent, soothing. And she smiled.

  • Courka commented on the post, crosses 2 years, 3 months ago

    She stood on the hill, overlooking the cemetery with her text in hand. She could feel them– the restless spirits of the dead. They couldn’t move on without her; she could feel it. So she descended into their midst, already reciting the rites. Soon, they would sleep.

  • Courka commented on the post, pan 2 years, 5 months ago

    There she was, a gleaming golden goddess upon the clifftop, wielding her cast iron weapon like a blade of yore. Every blow she struck resounded like a gong, every foe crying out as they fell face-first in the dust. It was in that moment I realized… That pan was everything I ever wanted.

  • Courka commented on the post, starry 2 years, 5 months ago

    They stood on that hill forever, wondering up at the twinkling pinpricks in the blanket of deep blue-black above. It was something they’d dreamed of for years, so long they were countless, and it took their breath away. it was everything they’d imagined and more. This was the real thing– no more sparkling rocks in the cavern roof. These were…[Read more]

  • Courka commented on the post, motor 2 years, 5 months ago

    He could hear it nearing the dock from around the bend in the river, faint at first, like the incessant flies doing loop-de-loops around his head and biting every inch of skin he had. But the sound was growing, gradually but at an almost-alarming rate. Then the motorboat came into view, and he realized there was no one driving.

  • Courka commented on the post, banter 2 years, 8 months ago

    There was something between them that she just couldn’t match. They were constantly in sync; finished each other’s sentences, knew all the inside jokes. She was an outsider, her nose against the glass and wishing she could be part of their warmth. Instead, she felt like she was out in the cold, on the other side of the fence, and she’d only ever…[Read more]

  • Courka commented on the post, executives 2 years, 9 months ago

    He paid the paper on the table, slid it across the woodgrain surface with a single finger and stopped it just in front of me. I heard the click of the pen as he sat it across the contract, but I didn’t look at it. I just stared at the dotted line at the bottom. So insignificant, faint, and yet so heavy. My hand reached of its own accord for the…[Read more]

  • Courka commented on the post, ramp 2 years, 10 months ago

    He slid his hands over the wheels, forcing his chair up the shallow incline and navigating the bars with no small amount of trepidation. It had only been a few months since he’d lost his legs, so he shouldn’t be this nervous. He’d had plenty of practice. Still, the guide rails only provided anxiety instead of comfort.

  • Courka commented on the post, crystals 3 years, 2 months ago

    They came in all shapes and sizes, but every Gem was the same in one way: they all had a heart of gold. They all believed in equality for their people, for the freedom to do what they wanted, be what they wanted, achieve whatever they dreamed. It was that shining sentiment that drew us to them, and an echo of their desires mingled with our own.

  • Courka commented on the post, treasure 3 years, 2 months ago

    There’s a place in my heart where I store things that I love. In that place, small, secretive, safe, I hide away my little trove of treasures. They’re seeds– memories of laughter and love, moments of passion, of deep pain, of sincerity. Of life. And there they wait. And there they grow.

  • Courka commented on the post, oven 3 years, 2 months ago

    Atrocities were done here. This isn’t a game; it’s not a fairy tale, where magic and happenstance trumps logic and happy endings abound. No… This is Death, and it is final. Dark. Terrifying and atrocious all at once.

  • Courka commented on the post, pointed 3 years, 2 months ago

    They stood straight and tall, these armored men in their conical caps; swords clutched in their fists as they stood atop the ridge. Every eye was hard, dark, as the enemy approached. They would not fall without a fight, that much I could read in their faces. It was a terrible, glorious sight.

  • Courka commented on the post, standup 3 years, 4 months ago

    There’s a guy I know– real sweet fella, the genuine sort ya know. The kinda guy who shows up to fix your wagon when ya call, or carries your groceries on his back in the rain so they don’t get all wet from the carryin’. Real nice guy.

  • Courka commented on the post, setup 3 years, 5 months ago

    There was a lot more manual labor involved in this gig than she’d expected. Apparently, stages and lights and equipment didn’t magically appear onstage as needed. Any musician worth their salt did their share of lugging, lifting, pushing, and sliding until everything was where it needed to be.

  • Courka commented on the post, pathway 3 years, 5 months ago

    I walked along the way, and came to a bend in the road. The road turned up a hill, and the brown-gold paving stones turned into stairs. But these steps were not also stone, but books, dusty and leather-bound and worn from their time in the dirt. At first I was appalled, vowing to climb through the brush instead of step on such books. But they were…[Read more]

  • Courka commented on the post, darkness 3 years, 5 months ago

    it seeped into the cracks and the corners, an alien force that threatened to stifle the life that had long thrived in this room. Like a living thing it crept into the crevices and made its home, vowing never to leave. And I couldn’t fight it, couldn’t prevent it. It stained everything it touched, and nothing I could do would wash it away.

  • Courka commented on the post, crook 3 years, 5 months ago

    There was something tucked in his elbow, cradled gently and swathed in ample folds of his coat. Why he was carrying it and not wearing it in all this rain was beyond me; at least until I heard the gentle mew as he pulled back his dripping sleeve to reveal a tiny furry face.