Thirdeye Magazine » Fiction http://www.thirdeyemag.com Using Creativity to Build Better Communities Sat, 24 Jul 2010 20:03:36 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 en hourly 1 So long ago. No time at all. http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/so-long-ago-no-time-at-all/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/so-long-ago-no-time-at-all/#comments Mon, 21 Jan 2008 19:08:48 +0000 JM Tohline http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/so-long-ago-no-time-at-all/ Esau held onto the guardrail. Leaned out into empty space. The frozen lake beneath him. How far down? The ice made his fingers slip. He leaned out further. How far? Far enough. [...]]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/so-long-ago-no-time-at-all/feed/ 6 Week of the Steeple http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-steeple/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-steeple/#comments Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:45:52 +0000 Seth Bernard http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-steeple/ Once a week, Quinn walks up the hill to visit Arbelia. He brings her chocolate bars and inquiries. Quinn is 25 years old. Born in a big room in a small town, brought round the states, ‘sbeen soaking it up and wringing it out. Arbelia is 80 years old. A poet, shaman, songwriter, biker, gardener, mother and grandmother, she has been incarcerated for 25 years. Quinn has been learning to sail. Arbelia has been painting landscapes.
It has occurred to me that I might be able to get in there as an outsider and unify and belong but to not stop belonging to anything, everything and nothing.
They were introduced by a mutual friend and have been visiting for a year and a half or so. They have created a cushion of mutual respect. A true place to start to speak from. They've been calling it traveling. With work and play and wordplay long the way. So once a week, Quinn heads down to the prison for a brief and precious visitation and he and Arbelia hit the road together.]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-steeple/feed/ 0 Home Sweet Home http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/home_sweet_home/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/home_sweet_home/#comments Wed, 04 Jul 2007 19:27:24 +0000 Ramla Alethea http://www.thirdeyemag.com/wordpress/2007/07/04/home_sweet_home/ Taking a swig of rum, Don revels in technological triumph. He calls it the Eagle’s Nest. Outfitted with state-of-the-art surveillance technology, from this central location he’s able to monitor every nook and cranny of his coveted 10,000 square feet and surrounding 200 acres. He had dropped a cool $500,000 on a high-end Knight Security system – complete with biometric checkpoints (iris, voice, thumbprint scanning), pressure mats, driveway and seismic sensors, wireless night-vision cameras, window screens that scream when cut, and a dozen[…] ]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/home_sweet_home/feed/ 1 Week of the Shadow http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-shadow/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-shadow/#comments Fri, 04 May 2007 01:00:52 +0000 Seth Bernard http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-shadow/ Once a week, Quinn walks up the hill to visit Arbelia. He brings her books of photographs and mix tapes. Quinn is a 25-year-old curious cat born in a small town, brought ‘round the states, soaking it up and wringing it out. Arbelia is an 80-year-old sorceress, songwriter, biker, gardener, mother and Grandmother. She has been incarcerated for 25 years. Quinn has been learning piano. Arbelia has been writing her memoirs. They were introduced by a mutual friend and have been visiting for a year and a half or so. They have created a cushion of mutual respect. A true place to start to speak from. They've been calling it traveling. With work and play along the way. So once a week, Quinn heads down to the prison for a brief visitation and he and Arbelia hit the road together.]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-shadow/feed/ 0 Verdant http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/verdant/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/verdant/#comments Sat, 03 Mar 2007 18:46:02 +0000 S.J. Scally http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/verdant/ It’s May again. The new leaves fill the branches of the trees in front of my window and make it hard to see what is happening outside—their green brilliance does this each spring. Sometimes I still hear bits and scattered pieces of conversation (voices) through my window, sometimes if...]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/verdant/feed/ 0 Week of the Creek http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-creek/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-creek/#comments Tue, 04 Jul 2006 01:09:43 +0000 Seth Bernard http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-creek/ Once a week, Quinn walks up the hill to visit Arbelia. He brings her bouquets of wild flowers and pages of questions. Quinn is a 24 year old small town boy who's been traveling and studying. Arbelia is a 79 year old poet, storyteller, witch, gardener, mother and grandmother. She has been incarcerated for 24 years. Quinn is interested in consciousness expansion and Arbelia used to guide people on Shamanic journeys. They were introduced by a mutual friend and have been having visits together for a year or so. They began to scratch the surface and eventually carved out a deep friendship. A real realm of their own. They've been calling it traveling. With word play along the way. So once a week, Quinn heads down to the prison for a brief visitation and he and Arbelia hit the road together.]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-creek/feed/ 0 Controlled Descent http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/controlled-descent/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/controlled-descent/#comments Fri, 03 Mar 2006 07:25:07 +0000 Ramla Alethea http://www.thirdeyemag.com/wordpress/2006/03/03/controlled-descent/ The last thing he remembers before boarding is her struggled cry. Forced. Propelled on a viscous sheen of illustrious longing, headed straight for his heart strings. "Enosh, please," her saline-polished eyes full of tears, she pleads, "don't go." [...]]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/controlled-descent/feed/ 0 Hostile Takeover http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/hostile-takeover/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/hostile-takeover/#comments Tue, 03 Jan 2006 07:23:07 +0000 Ramla Alethea http://www.thirdeyemag.com/wordpress/2006/01/03/hostile-takeover/ From her vantage point, she can see a timeless world unfolding its secrets. Endless hues of color wrestle for attention as she gazes over the terrain spreading out from the mountain spire. Her perch in this panoply of life. [...]]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/hostile-takeover/feed/ 0 A Mutual Understanding http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/a-mutual-understanding/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/a-mutual-understanding/#comments Thu, 03 Nov 2005 07:22:18 +0000 Ramla Alethea http://www.thirdeyemag.com/wordpress/2005/11/03/a-mutual-understanding/ Life trickles away, I watch it escape, like a last gasp, in the cold, frost on the air, blanking out the blanket of prospective poppies, clutching at my lungs, you can see it. [...]]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/a-mutual-understanding/feed/ 0 The Caretakers http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/the-caretakers/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/the-caretakers/#comments Sat, 03 Sep 2005 07:19:42 +0000 Ramla Alethea http://www.thirdeyemag.com/wordpress/2005/09/03/the-caretakers/ Aunty always told him never to leave home. She warned him that no good would come of it. He knew that outside was off limits to little boys, but his curiosity was insatiable. He should have listened, because now he's lost. He's scared, and alone. More important, he's probably going to die. [...] ]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/the-caretakers/feed/ 0