First of all, I am very happy that my short story Where the plains merge with the sky went live at Scape magazine. This is a short story that makes me cry every time I read it.
The first few paragraphs:
The subhuman’s name was Eleven. All day, the creature had trailed me with the insistence of a shadow. Whenever I glanced aside, its dark eyes were watching me. And now, while I was helping in the kitchen, its chest darkened with hormonal flushes.
I looked away, my hands trembling, and kept rehearsing the lines of my story.
The night was cold and full of stars. I brought the knife down on the cutting board. Two potato halves bounced over the table.
The world was covered in a coat of snow. No, it was a blanket of snow, not a coat. I picked up the potato halves and flung them in the pan. Water sloshed over the side, which Eleven hastened to mop up.
Drops of sweat tickled on my upper lip. I would never remember the lines. I would freeze up when facing the gathered clan.
Mother stood at the stove, stirring the soup, her broad back to me. Her stoic face never showed disappointment, but I knew it was there. I might attain the middle name Vana because the elders knew whose child I was, but I’d never carry on the legend of the Muravi clan’s great storytellers.
Secondly, I started my own writer’s group on goodreads