Marion Norindale
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It was just for one night, Becky told herself. Whether that was to reassure herself she’d never do something like this again, or a bittersweet commemoration of the momentary joy she was about to feel, she wasn’t quite sure. Either way, Becky let Jasper grab her hand and pull her towards the lobby doors with…
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On the edge of the cliff, she had only a second to decide. In only a moment, the other initiates would be upon her. Sabrie didn’t exactly want an audience if this failed; but the fear still curdled in her stomach whenever she thought about attempting the jump anyway. Voices shouted through the trees. Each…
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What does it actually mean to claim that “men and women are different”? There’s a lot that goes into it—a cornucopia of biology and genetics, personal lived experience, the influence of external opinions, and thousands of years and hundreds of cultures’ worth of social conditioning. I see many people trying to use this statement as…
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Harry Potter may be a series in the technical term; but I’d like to argue it wasn’t initially meant to be one coherent saga, and the transition hindered the story more than helped it. How could that be, you ask? The series is clearly the journey of the chosen one to defeat the feared Dark…
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It’s impossible to live without bias. Merely by existing, we’re exposed to other people, other media, and other ideas. We have experiences that shape what we think and how we behave. We spend our entire lives forming, sharing, and breaking our opinions. As such, no written work (or any creative work, really) can ever be…
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Old houses creak. The mantra wasn’t working. Neither were the blankets tucked up to Erin’s nose, suffocating everything but a stubbornly persistent fear. She’d left her bedroom door open out of habit, but she’d begun to wonder if it would be worth it to escape the safety of her bed to slam it shut. Another…
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The plants liked her the most, she knew. And she wasn’t really angry at them. As she knelt, her knees sinking into the dirt, she reached for the ground; the browned vines wreathing across the ground, preparing to fall dormant for the winter. Even when they weren’t growing, they needed nourishment—one last send-off before Abigail…
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The hatch opened, flickering a beam of light down into the darkened hold of the ship. Rowan flinched, then scooted closer to the door of his cell, inching a bit awkwardly thanks to the way his hands were bound behind him. He heard the thunking of bootfalls before he watched a pair of hulking figures…
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It’s your destiny, he told himself, pacing before the narrow window. The few armor plates he’d managed to affix thus far weighed heavy on his limbs. The rest scattered over the table in the dim stone room. He was supposed to be tying them on and parading out to the noblemen awaiting him in the…
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It happened in a blink. One moment, she strode along the hall, her steps swift and sure. A few minor concerns rattled through her head, distracting her from her surroundings. Not that it really mattered—she’d walked this hall since she was a child. The twenty steps it took to get from one room to another…
