Category: Roots
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Reflections on Roots
(Photo by Ave Calvar Martinez) In my initial concept for “Roots”, Syn and Pierce were children from a daycare who were going on a make-believe adventure that would stray into the real world as they tried to escape from the daycare facility. As I worked out the plot points I found myself less and less…
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Roots Part 8
(Photo by Marta Wave) Two days had passed since Syn fled the valley and she was reasonably certain that she’d gone far enough that she’d escaped the patrol’s search area. That was the good news. The bad news was that her entire abdomen felt as though it were on fire. Waves of nausea were common,…
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Roots Part 7
(Photo by Pixabay) It was a relief when Syn found the fields her mom had been tending. It was difficult at first to see the signs of cultivation since her mom had, understandably, wanted to avoid being noticed. The fields looked as though they were growing wild but as soon as Syn ducked her head…
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Roots Part 6
(Photo by Tom Fisk) Consciousness was slow to return to Syn as she felt herself fading in and out of lucidity. Each time she felt herself coming back around it was as though heavy weights were strapped all over her body and it was only with incredible effort that she ever managed to shift her…
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Roots Part 5
(Photo by Nishant Aneja) When Syn awoke it took her several minutes before she could hold onto her thoughts long enough to begin remembering what all had happened. Once her memories returned, however, so did the pain. Her entire stomach felt as though it were on fire with the worst of it centered on where…
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Roots Part 4
(Photo by Saliha) Besides the overgrown paths and the rooftops being covered in moss and ferns, everything looked exactly as she remembered it. None of the buildings seemed to have been damaged from when the patrol came and took everyone away. A few of the doors were ajar and most of the windows were open.…
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Roots Part 3
(Photo by Lum3n) The night air was already chill and heavy with humidity as Syn and Pierce entered the forest. Smells of fungi and moss greeted them and the ground beneath their feet became much less even, slowing them down as they had to make their way more carefully to avoid slipping and injuring themselves.…
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Roots Part 2
Waking up was an unpleasant experience for Syn. Her muscles and joints were stiff and painful from the heavy use they’d received over the last few days. Worse still were her hands. Each fingertip seemed to burn with every touch. Only by forcing herself to get moving again could she alleviate the pain and yet…
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Roots Part 1
There must have been a time when Syn couldn’t immediately identify the quality of earth she was touching but those memories were so far removed from how her now that she couldn’t seem to bring them to her remembrance. Every next handful was an effort yet she couldn’t stop. Currently, she was digging through a…
Bridge of Broken Glass 