My Brothers and I Hunted

My brothers and I crouched in a grotto sculpted by centuries of rainwater, by embers bursting from the rapid chafing of cracked spruce. Every shade of red and orange danced along the cavern walls, reflecting in our eyes and turning our wintry breaths into steam. Another moment, and we would’ve died. Elder had made it…

A Hermit’s Wanderings: Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Greenwock’s Weird Words The lore-keeper, who formally introduced himself as Greenwock, led Aibinn through the dim library to a small room behind a bookshelf where he slept. The room was furnished simply, with a short but finely carven bed, a singular bronze lantern (which looked quite fine for a man of such frugality),…

A Hermit’s Wanderings

Chapter One: Tidings of Toadstools In a far bygone age there lived an old hermit. He had no kin and few friends; no one even knew his family name. Those closest to him called him Aibinn, but most folk called him simply Rook. They could have called him Rook due to his appearance; indeed, his…

The New Roman Empire: Part Three

A crowd had formed, the innermost circle raving about whoever was in the center, though they were many feet away from their object of concern, and held weapons normally used for intimate murder. They covered their mouths, partly because of the smell of the thing in the middle, mostly out of terror. Another chorus of…

The New Roman Empire: Part Two

In Lugano, Switzerland (censured), sirens sounded to alert the townsfolk of the warm August morning. Days were numbered, and every city was ordered to set a blare for ten a.m. in E major and at ten p.m. in E minor, since it was unknown whether the bloody sky would one day take over the sun…

The New Roman Empire: Part One

“In a matter of time, they will all worship the Chancellor as God. I’m sure of it. Is there anyone left that has not been touched by him? If there are, they will be too afraid to say so, and if they say so then they’ll die.” “And you’ve just realized this?” “I’ve pushed the…

Castaways and the Raft Home – By Meghan and James Ranieri

There is nothing like watching iconic movies while on break. You can set aside work for a moment and immerse yourself in a narrative. As classical educators, we are tempted to include the reading of great literature in this sentiment. We hope to write a piece in the coming months on Susanna Clarke’s new book,…

A World Run on Fear

A curse was released not too long ago. A curse that little was known about. It turned many but kept some safe. I was one of the turned.  I open my eyes to the same room I’ve always slept in. The blare of my 7:30am alarm plays in my ears. Blue curtains letting in just…