Read first: Sunny and Eve – part one Sunny and Eve – part two My dear Sunny, Will’s letter began. I haven’t written in a while. This occupation makes me feel unfit to write to you, though I think of you constantly. I am writing now because I have bad news. I dread to write…
Read first: Sunny and Eve – part one “S’that yer daughter, Jakob?” someone asked. Eve stood a little tremulously in her solidly soled shoes on a street spread with awnings and carpets, jumbled with multi-colored, many textured, differingly dense and angled objects. Around these, the street was confused with motion and cries. Her father had…
When she was seventeen, Eve found she could spin vapor thread from water, with a glimmer of light for a spindle. She could twist and filigree threads of vapor along her breath to patterns she saw in her dreams, and tether the apparitions to moonbeams – lighter than air and all the colors of stained…
“Come,” they told me. The three strangers passing through my city that night. They stopped to listen as I played my Derbekkeh, my hand drum. My only possession. It isn’t much, but it is all that I have. And it is my hope of a future. I make noise to make my living. “Come?” I…
Among the many things I love about Christmas is the way it brings families together. If you’re Way Up North like I am, this coming together is usually a result of a snowstorm-imposed quarantine. In other places, it’s under other, warmer, circumstances. Man, I envy you people … Regardless, the whole houseful-of-folks experience is part…
EDITOR’S NOTE: After you read this lovely story, scroll down to download Jamin Still’s magical painting as a free wallpaper. All that his unquelled grief bestowed, and love, that doubles grief -Boethius In a tower, in a village, in a kingdom by the sea, was a lyre unlike any other. Over the door of the…
“Come,” they told me. The three strangers passing through my city that night. They stopped to listen as I played my Derbekkeh, my hand drum. My only possession. It isn’t much, but it is all that I have. And it is my hope of a future. I make noise to make my living. “Come?” I…
Once there was a girl who wanted, more than anything, to sail around the world. It is a strange wish. A wish for an extraordinary thing. She stands at the window of her house, at the very edge of her village, staring out into the sea. She waits for her father. But she knows that…
Here’s an extended preview of our own Jamin Still’s excellent debut book, Ellen & the Winter Wolves. Our family really enjoyed this story. The art is wonderful and engaged all my kids (aged from 3 to 12). My six year old son especially enjoyed finding all the secret images hidden in each illustration. I’m confident…
Editor’s Note: You can get Helena’s Shiloh Series, the entire trilogy in print, for only $30 (for a limited time). See here! The floor was polka-dotted with buttons. Blue and red and yellow and green. Round and square and scalloped. Someone had bumped the button jar and spilled it, but it wasn’t Verity. She…
I love this story. So, though we ran it on SW Shorts several moons ago, I wanted to share it again (in case anyone missed it). This is wonderful. –Sam The Stag Who Lived Forever by Bryana Johnson, illustrated by Zach Franzen It was a matter of great importance, and the morning wind that carries…
Dandelion Wondered by Danielle Chalker, photographs by Chinwe Edeani Dandelion was lonely. So far as he knew, he had been the only puff of white seed-fluff to settle in this field and grow. As long as he could remember, he had been alone among the dry grass under the scorching summer sun. The white clouds…
