Underground
M.N. Arzu
In the middle of the winter, the deserted frozen lake was all theirs to explore underwater. As long as Julian didn't find out what they were doing, of course.
Read More
Blog
Shaping my world one post at a time.
Boiling tar
M.N. Arzu
The first time Matt saw a kid bullying Alex, he could've scorched the earth where he stood. Needless to say, there was never a second time.
Read MoreQuid pro quo (one thing for another)
M.N. Arzu
When Julian reached the surface for the first time, everything was chaotic: The air was too thin, the light too bright, the land too rough. Gone was the City, with its safety, its familiarity—and its predictability. He couldn't love it more.
Read MorePens on the floor
M.N. Arzu
Toys decorated the entire room, from giant teddy-bears to remote control cars, from little green soldiers to miniature roller coasters. Yet the only thing ten-year-old Christopher wanted was the coloring pencils hidden in one corner. It would always marvel Julian years later, how Chris could be the happiest with the simplest of things.
Read MoreSpastic
M.N. Arzu
Reading the original The Little Mermaid was some kind of hell reserved for Merfolk, Matt decided; the idea of being soulless and becoming sea foam at death terrified him.
Read More