The Ring and the Bridle Chp. 11

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Eddie accidentally incurs the wrath of a kelpie when she save her older brother from drowning. Instead of finding help from the local magic community however she instead finds herself “being pulled three different ways”. By the old woman and her jinn who may have ulterior motives, the eternally young Scot with a guilty conscience, and most of all by the local enchanter who offers her a golden bridle to enslave her foe.

The choice however is hers alone.

 

Naoise offered his hand, palm up and open. In this place there were only genuine gestures of regret and sorrow. They only became corporeal through the acknowledgement others felt this pain. Eddie raised her hand and hesitated. She drew it in as she struggled against her fear and distress. At last however the hand spread open like a fish opening its fragile fins and it swam over to his. His fingers dove beneath hers. His cold fingertips brushed her flushed palm as his hand dipped to cradle her trembling fingers. He felt the pulse in her wrist and encircled that vivid beat of life.

For a second he dared to dream beneath these dark and oppressive waves that even now they would rise from these depths. That he could save her from drowning, and that she still loved him. That even the anchor that lay gored at their feet could be overcome.

Chapter Eleven at:

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Karrie Higgins

Disability March

The morning after the presidential election, I was lying in an MRI machine at the NIH Clinical Center in Bethesda, hypnotized by clang clang clang, like the drumbeats when I marched in the streets my last time in DC. Two weeks after 9-11, anti-war protest, surrounded by riot police in Edward R. Murrow park, paddy wagons parked on the periphery, me, Manic Pixie Epileptic Girl on high alert: seizures look like resisting arrest, motor deficits like non-compliance, like drunk or drugged or dangerous.

karrie_manic_pixie_epileptic_girl_2 Karrie wearing a long, red wig, lying naked in a white, tiled, walk-in shower as though she has fallen. On her legs: bruises. Pink disposable razors are scattered around her, and in the corner sits a pink suitcase. On the soap shelf sits a prescription bottle with the cap removed and lying next to it. White text overlaid on the image reads: Not Your…

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The Ring and the Bridle Chp. 10

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[Image description: A black and white book cover entitled “The Ring and the Bridle”.  The cover has a border of Celtic knots. The title is surrounded by filigree. Below the title is a silhouette of a horse rearing.]

Eddie accidentally incurs the wrath of a kelpie when she save her older brother from drowning. Instead of finding help from the local magic community however she instead finds herself “being pulled three different ways”. By the old woman and her jinn who may have ulterior motives, the eternally young Scot with a guilty conscience, and most of all by the local enchanter who offers her a golden bridle to enslave her foe.

The choice however is hers alone.

“…I remember once standing on the edge of a pier and looking at the sun sinking into the ocean and thinking to myself…if only I could follow the sun to where it’ll rise next, and I would see every person in the world…”

She looked at him poignantly and wished he would look at her. She wished she could just see his face. Why wouldn’t he look at her? She pleadingly wrapped her arms around his arm. She just wanted to know one thing about him.

“Where are you?”

She collapsed into his arms in the dream of the staid sunset painted in violent crimsons, violets and oranges of memory and longing.

Chapter Ten at:

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Response to Ideatrash re: Steampunk Universe Anthology

Response to this as Blogger ate the original comment.

I appreciate your efforts and willingness to listen, however I still have some problems with how this project was apparently handled. I don’t want to discourage able people from writing people unlike themselves, but there are still things to be addressed.

The biggest being with so many disabled and neurodivergent writers struggling and starving to be published that you managed to get “a little less than half” in your anthology that is supposed to be about disability and neurodiveregent characters because “that’s how things worked out”.

It implies one) that able writers are able to portray disability as well as disabled people. Your update today already showed the problem with this idea. While I am aware that the statement was not made in malice and with no intent to harm; it was still ignorant. It’s a common idea in able people disability is a difficulty because of life’s cruelty, that we’re simply not made for this world. When in fact able people are the ones who make the world difficult for disabled people and those with atypical neurologies because of their inability to make accommodations or even understand our needs. An even cursory search on disability representation brings up the medical versus social model of disability, the first concept in understanding this idea. Disability does not “make things a little bit different”, trying to survive in a society that has no use for you and often wants you dead does.

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The Ring and the Bridle Chp. 9

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[Image description: A black and white book cover entitled “The Ring and the Bridle”.  The cover has a border of Celtic knots. The title is surrounded by filigree. Below the title is a silhouette of a horse rearing.]

Eddie accidentally incurs the wrath of a kelpie when she save her older brother from drowning. Instead of finding help from the local magic community however she instead finds herself “being pulled three different ways”. By the old woman and her jinn who may have ulterior motives, the eternally young Scot with a guilty conscience, and most of all by the local enchanter who offers her a golden bridle to enslave her foe.

The choice however is hers alone.

Nothing chased away the memory of her last smile. Not drugs, not anguish, regret, or anger.

Chapter Eight at:

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The Ring and the Bridle Chp. 8

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[Image description: A black and white book cover entitled “The Ring and the Bridle”.  The cover has a border of Celtic knots. The title is surrounded by filigree. Below the title is a silhouette of a horse rearing.]

Eddie accidentally incurs the wrath of a kelpie when she save her older brother from drowning. Instead of finding help from the local magic community however she instead finds herself “being pulled three different ways”. By the old woman and her jinn who may have ulterior motives, the eternally young Scot with a guilty conscience, and most of all by the local enchanter who offers her a golden bridle to enslave her foe.

The choice however is hers alone.

He left her before the sun rose that day, on the shore, alone in the mortal land where death dwelled.

Chapter Eight at:

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The Ring and the Bridle Chp.7

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[Image description: A black and white book cover entitled “The Ring and the Bridle”.  The cover has a border of Celtic knots. The title is surrounded by filigree. Below the title is a silhouette of a horse rearing.]

Eddie accidentally incurs the wrath of a kelpie when she save her older brother from drowning. Instead of finding help from the local magic community however she instead finds herself “being pulled three different ways”. By the old woman and her jinn who may have ulterior motives, the eternally young Scot with a guilty conscience, and most of all by the local enchanter who offers her a golden bridle to enslave her foe.

The choice however is hers alone.

[She] laid her head on Sarah’s shoulder as she forgot everything else. Who they were. Where they were. And what midnight would bring.

Chapter Seven at:

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