by Sharon | magica
I sat crossed legged on the threadbare rug with my back straight and my head bowed. The smoke and scent of incense whirled around inside the faded tent walls making my nose itch. I resisted the urge to sneeze and continued my meditations within. A disturbance outside...
by Sharon | magica
“Thrusters on full Captain.” The space craft lumbered forward, its flimsy hull bending alarmingly. The two man crew fought with the controls trying to hold their ship together just one last journey. A wing buckled under the strain. There was a tearing...
by Sharon | magica
Irregular tapping rhythms fill the gaps in the silence. Old-fashioned it may seem but I do enjoy using the old style hardware with raised keys over the the flat, projected displays or voice controls that fellow academics use. I am soothed by the sounds, the taps...
