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How to Continue On
Pippin was trembling. This was not new. He was always covered with his wool coat, which fastened across his belly with oaken buttons, yet the trembling wouldn’t cease. Livia reached down and lifted him into her arms, the cone hood falling back and revealing triangular ears, soft and brown. Continue reading
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The Village, The Garden
Eden hates the silence. The kind that happens past midnight, when the village streets are empty. When everyone is asleep, and the rusted fan groans to a stop with the blackouts. She wakes to the silence. Her heart pounds. There is a fear there, one that she can’t name. She pulls her covers over her… Continue reading
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Chiaroscuro
There is something about her laughter. That is what he told her the night they lay, entwined, on the hill overlooking the dark lake. “It cuts through the air like a bell, I can hear you from the apothecary when you leave the window in your studio open.” She tried not to squirm with glee.… Continue reading
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Into the Embrace of the Earth, part three
A priestess stood alone in the shrine. The building itself was simple – a smaller version of the temples in larger cities. The priestess stood in the middle of the shrine, in front of one of the largest tree stumps Vega had ever seen. She wore a long, white dress cinched in the middle by… Continue reading
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Into the Embrace of the Earth, part two
“It’s my garnet. I was the one who formed it and brought it into being. I’ll trade you a shard of obsidian if you would just listen to – “ The man waved a gnarled hand in front of his face. “Go away, unnatural mage. You’re lucky I’ll even talk to you after the trouble… Continue reading
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Into the Embrace of the Earth, part one
Vega didn’t mean to unleash the unholy horror. Well, she did. She had thrust her arm into the soil and awakened the power from beneath the ground. She had felt the movement of the magma, miles below her, as it tried to push away from her grasp. She had pulled until her arm was close… Continue reading
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Review of a Little Blue Car
Andrea used to pick me up after school in her 2011 Mini Cooper. It was the perfect car: grey, with black racing stripes. A four seater, but often just sported her and her beagle mix, Milo. Continue reading
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Divinity
I remember the news before I left. Most of it was hopeful, looking to the cosmic irregularity with a sense of urgency and determination: “Francesca Williams will make it through the wormhole, and she will find us a home.” Continue reading
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Piccolo
I was born in the valley of three lakes. Crags of rock surrounded the valley, with trees that clutched to their sides like moss on the drinking well in the center of the village. Continue reading
About Me
Hello! My name is Camilla, thank you for visiting my website! I recently graduated from the University of Canterbury with a Master’s degree in creative writing. I’m currently working on a novel (aren’t we all) but I hope to get back to posting my creative projects here more frequently.
A. C. Rosenfeld 