Folio Two, Page Forty-Five (svegra mos droskron tal-sjek)

In those terrible moments of waiting, I heard a million demons brush down the corridor outside and not one bothered me. No shadow cast by the trees outside metamorphosed into a ravenous beast.

At some point, I fell asleep, and when my eyelids open morning rushed through the open curtains. The wall screen played its familiar alarm, and I saw no trace of my conversation with Nightofday1840. The eyelid had shut, leaving the screen clear and perfect.

From downstairs, I heard the normal sounds of people fussing about over the coming day and smelled spice cakes baking in the kitchen. No matter what had happened — no matter what anyone had said — I couldn’t be an adult at night and a child during the day. It was one or the other, and I had had it with all of the frightened and angry people screaming back and forth on the streams … at least, that’s the story I told myself. Maybe I couldn’t have handled the truth.

The truth is that I was scared. Even thinking about logging in again made my hands shake. I remembered the eye in my wall and that face — that face! — blinking through the static to look at me, though I couldn’t remember who or what it was. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to.

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About the Author

When I had attained the ripe old age of five weeks, my parents brought me to an amateur astronomy convention called Stellafane. A journalist doing a piece on children at the convention recorded that my mother called me “a refugee from Betelgeuse,” a red giant star in the constellation Orion.

In a small American town, my mother revealed these origins to me and I set out on my life mission: to explore strange new places, to seek out new experiences and new perspectives; and to boldly pursue my dreams.


I graduated from high school in May 2005. By that time, I had several novel drafts, a large and brilliant constructed language, and notebooks of emo poetry to back up my claims to the Betelgeusian throne. At Smith College, I learned to hone my writing and editing skills. (My emo poetry from college only fills ¼ of a notebook.) I also developed a passion for current events, politics, public policy, astronomy, and literary science fiction.


Now, a recent Smith College graduate, I blog and go to grad school. My web novella, Akačehennyi on a Diet of Dreams, was completed earlier this year. I also write KALLISTI, a Hellenic Polytheist-oriented blog. My poetry has appeared in print in AlienSkin and in Eternal Haunted Summer.

Thanks for choosing to read Ossia. I hope you enjoy it and that you stick around for stories to come.

Kayleigh Ayn Bohémier

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