Daily Writing Challenge, Day 12
But that’s the colonizers. That’s the world of mortals. Which is the world of us espíritus de magia. Which is the same as your world. Problem is, mortals simplify and muddy things. That’s not bad—sometimes you need to mess things up to make sense of them. But you need to remember what you are messing […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 11
It’s hard to say, what is real and what isn’t. See this hat? My sombrero vueltiao. For me, it’s a memory of an old friend. It’s a lot of memories, each woven and held together by the cañaflecha. I don’t suppose it means much more to you than just an old hat. And for all […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 10
Creation went in the Espinal family. When she and Lalo were little, their mother would go on and on about the poems their grandfather wrote. Lalo brought animals back to life in the basement of autobody shop, which Laura considered creation of a sort. And, years before becoming a lawyer, Laura created with the pen. […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 9
Biblioteca Casa de la Luna had an impressive collection of books, the sort that one would associate with politically powerful towns like Palaclete y Fortín or economically emergent ones like Riocanto. Consequently, it was the sort of library one would not associate with Huerto Viejo, a town so physically and culturally similar to departmental capital […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 8
Celia leaned against the bookstore cash register as she glanced at the cellphone in her hands. It wasn’t Celia’s—devices like it were rare in Huerto Viejo, given the Western region’s preference for magia over tech. The phone belonged to Gloriángel, who as Celia understood had stolen it from the magia investigation center when she and […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 7
Thanks for letting me use your bathroom,” said Tuatara. Tuatara preferred not to use bathrooms outside of her home. At home, she kept two stacks of books on a shelf next to her toilet, a leftover from when she still lived with her family and had no alone time except stolen moments locked in bathrooms. […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 6
Magda glanced through door of her son’s office. His mansion, nestled in the mountains that surrounded Huerto Viejo, was one of the few places she didn’t need to lean down to enter rooms. He was only a few inches shorter than her, and he’d designed the mansion with that in mind. It was a nice […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 5
Celia raised her eyebrows. She stood just outside the door to Don Saúl’s study, and nearly cringed at her for so doing. Stop thinking of your life as narrative theming! But she didn’t do so, not visibly, and instead said, “‘Víbora’? Really?” Don Saúl nodded. “It’s a bit opposed to the concept of culebrero,” he […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 4
Sielu picked up the totuma bowl that Tuatara set next to the calabash tree. The leaves and flowers on the calabash tree were larger than Sielu typically saw. There was another, nearly identical tree just a few paces away. The topmost branches of each tree leaned to the side, mingling with the leaves and fronds […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 3
In Las Acacias, everything had a soul. Tatiana thought that made sense, when the town was south of a giant city of dead people and west of a dead city of giant people. It meant a whole of energía mágica lingering, and though the magia would inevitably return to the blood of the continent, Tatiana […]