Unimportant Verse 5
"Comrade" would I call you, and "brave," and "fierce" and "true". "Lovely" have I called you, and hope but to live up to the example which you set for me. So, comrade, onward, ever onward. I know I cannot hope to offer much but word on cloying...
Chapter Nine
It took AwDae just under two hours to find the microphone. The first hour was spent searching the auditorium thoroughly. Ey searched by walking around clapping and humming, then singing songs half-remembered from productions ey had helped with in the...
Chapter Seven
AwDae slowly picked emself up off of the floor, staggering to eir feet in the middle of a long row of lockers. Ey hardly felt weak, but the shock to the system of being in the tech booth and theater sim, and then suddenly being back in high school was...
For Dwale
Beneath that evening's breeze the sickly sweet And brazen scent of countless flow'rs Awoke inside of you a darkened sleep Of dreams dug deeper than the soil. Oh, we are waking minds who missed that scent! ...
Motes Played — Chapter 1
She died at play, Gamboled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turk Upon a Couch of flowers. Her ghost strolled softly o'er the hill Yesterday, and Today, Her vestments as the silver...
Motes Played — Chapter 4
Motes played. She played on precipices. She played along the knife's edge. She played at the point of a sword, at the barrel of a gun. She played with death. She– No. Motes was played _with._ She was toyed with. She was dangled by the...
The Fool
The badger looms over a small table, the short sleeve of her smock tugged down toward the table by a glass candy thermometer. A deck of colorful cards rest neatly stacked on its surface. Contrary to expectations, the room is bright and spacious. No...
Being Transgender
You get to explain gender to all of your friends -- And all of your family -- And maybe once more to be sure -- And random strangers -- And maybe, like, doctors and nurses who should probably know better; You get to explain to your partner...
You're Gone
_You're Gone_ is an exploration in grief, told through instant messages to a dead loved one. All you need to do is send the messages. Hard as that may be. * * * ### [Play the game](http://writing.drab-makyo.com/fiction/sawtooth/youre-gone/play) (or...
Please look up
I quickly grow tired of my own footfalls. Those same padded feet hitting that same hard-packed path. Those same claws leaving those same indentations in the same dirt, that dirt that lies halfway between mud and stone. Was that the same stone? It must...
Motes Played — Chapter 3
Motes played. Today, she played prey. Today, she was a mouse to some fox, some owl, some cunning predator. She crept and crawled at first, prowling through the brush and between the trunks of trees. She stuck to where the pine needles made a thick...
Forest of Ghosts
"You go first." Motes stared at Warmth In Fire with a wary look on her face. Too many dares start out this way, too many ill-fated adventures. Warmth grinned brightly. "You know, when you show that many teeth, you are not helping your...