Ada Oberman
sci-fantasy writer & designer
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The last thing I heard was a crack—an ear-splitting, gut-wrenching crack. As I woke, I found myself staring at the…
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No matter how great in power someone is, there’s always something inescapable—chores. Sure, as a ruler, you can hire people…
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Outside of town, on the winding Parkway Road, you can find a bicycle. It’s red and dainty with a light…
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Sometimes I run into walls–mentally, emotionally, or even literally. Just when I feel closer to remembering what happened all those…
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My eyes open to darkness. While my body’s rhythms stay steady, my mind races. I take a deep breath and…
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Patricia didn’t remember what Gondwana had told her. She knew she asked questions. She also knew that, while hesitant, the…
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With a strike of a match, Patricia lit the candle. The candlelight danced across the old, worn desk. The air…
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People wondered about the woman who lived outside of town. Her farm was barely a half-acre. They saw her plow…
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The air is thick with fog, and weighs heavy on my chest. Sorrow fills my stomach. The tombstones are arranged…
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“Les, les! Over here!” Dana said and waved over to me. Her purple tank already had more grass stains than…