Writers Showcase

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The Composition by Stephen Leckey

Genre: Fantasy

Inspiration: A snippet from the fantasy novel I am working on!

“With an agitated twist of her neck, Lethe first looked skyward then back to the hill and used her magic again - this time in a far more profound way than earlier. Dampening an impact was one thing, but now she bid her magic to weave a spell that very few indeed knew, let alone could perform. Tessilith settled upon her left eye and all at once her eye froze over, locked open, but blessed with the sight of what the world truly was, beyond what the hand could feel and a normal eye could see. Stripped back from the facade of dull colour, shape and limits, the world took the form of the magic it was in truth before her frozen eye, revealing the Composition of all things.

There was no snow, no ice, no sky or stars above. The land was now a tapestry of lights, pallid lilac Sifen as far as the eye could see in a blend of gradients, near colourless where the air and sky would be, ever so slightly deeper where the snow was. The ambient Tessilith of the land cut through the tapestry in shards and streams of bright azure and where the little life of Gehsiss lived, in the small beasts that hid in the snows and darted across the land, they were solid blocks of purple, for they were truly alive with Sifen, as were the trees beneath her, and importantly, the now cold body that had been buried some five feet deep. She couldn’t resist the glance at her own hand, the purple radiance of life riddled and split more deeply than the land could ever be by that same Tessilith. Her power. Her curse.”

The Waves by Victor Holmes

Genre: Gothic literature

Inspiration: The works of Poe, Ambrose Bierce and many walks along the beach.

“The sea, it was once your favourite place. The evenings we spent walking its coastline were a ritual of our relationship. Rain or shine, nothing could ever deter you from admiring its waves and collecting stones from its rocky terrain. A sea nymph I called you, a beautiful selkie who entrusted her hide to me. That is what you were to me. As our years together passed and our fortunes grew, we built a house together near the sea. A large sprawling mansion with many of its windows facing a beach of our very own.

You are dead now, my Harriet, and with every passing wave I grow to hate the sea.

I sit in my study often. The view from my writing desk is that of the grey blue waters. The waves, they mock me by lapping the shore with their briny tongues. You sent them to reveal my sins. Beautiful Harriet, I can hear your laughter in this house and in the sound of the thundering waves. When will you stop sending them to haunt me?

I pick up my pen and begin to write. The words flow out of me as you guide my hand. I penned stories once. Books that we used to build this house. You were my muse then, and now you are my muse once more as I confess my sins. I write about how I strayed, and how you uncovered my immoralities. I write about the terrible fight we had that night on our secluded beach. You ghostwrite these words, Harriet. I have opened the study windows to let you inside. You smell like sea spray and night air. The waves are laughing at me again. It is almost high tide now.”

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