Ares is not what I imagined her to be. The great man of myth, muscular and imposing, shining in his armour, with crested helmet and mighty spear, does not stand before me. Instead I face a young woman, hardly more than a girl. She is soft and delicate, with eyes so large they will soak … More Sometimes You Don’t Have to Change the World
Today, as I took my lunch break out in the sun, in the city square, a man came over and sat down beside me. He was an older gentleman, sporting white hair and a salt and pepper beard, and he carried a camera. The large kind, with a fancy lens. The kind you only carry … More The Hunt for Tragedy
It had been almost three days, by my estimate, since I had fallen into the labyrinth of my own mind. It was hard to be sure; time did not move with any degree of consistency here. In leaps and lulls, it was governed solely by thought, as was everything else in this prison. I walked … More Welcome To Your Mind
Hidden deep within the jungle, far removed from the outside world, there lay a village. On the night of the Festival of Colours, the villagers would paint their bodies in all the raiments of the Earth and Sky and dance long into the night. They continued in this way until the Outsiders came. They were … More Not Drowning, But Flying
She calls herself Poseidon. I call her “she”, but the statement is debatable, I suspect she is not truly anything. However for the time being, and to my eye, she appears female. Her hair is long and very dark blue, except at the tips where it is lit with flecks of seafoam green. Her skin … More Conversation With A God
C. A. Harland 