Anchor’s Stability

Despite having the month off, my schedule filled itself anyway. Other projects crept in, ideas demanded attention, and before I knew it, the days had slipped away. When I finally returned to my list of micro-fiction pieces, the stories I had intended to write simply… didn’t pull me in. They waited, patient but uninviting, while another pair of characters stood at the edge of my mind and refused to be ignored.

So I followed that spark, and it led me to Lucas and Elouise. Every craft has a point where learning shifts into becoming, where understanding alone is no longer enough and the work demands something more, action, intention, courage. In Lucas’s world, that shift is quiet, almost delicate, but unmistakably powerful. It begins not with spectacle, but with preparation: ingredients, focus, and a steady hand.

Anchor’s Stability steps into that kind of moment. A moment without battles or grand rituals, where the magic is subtle, patient, and deeply personal. A moment where something extraordinary begins to take form through simple, precise steps that most will never witness. It’s a story about the smallest motions that change everything, even if no one realizes it at the time.

If you’d like to see that moment unfold, the full tale is waiting on Ko-fi. A single croissant unlocks not only this story, but every micro-fiction I’ve released so far, and all the new ones still to come. Settle in, take a breath, and let me offer you a brief escape into a world where quiet magic still matters.

Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.

Elouise ran her fingertips over the open vials. She bit her lower lip. “I didn’t think you needed specialized ink for these tattoos.”

“For regular ones,” a shade said, whirling around Elouise’s head, “you don’t. However, in order to anchor us in this world, something unique is required.”

“You shouldn’t tease her, Ricky,” Rosa said, emerging from her tattoo.

Lucas chuckled as he added black pigment to the pot. After a few heartbeats, he turned toward Elouise and selected a vial. He adjusted the simmering bowl and uncorked the glass tube.

He grabbed an empty dish and poured powder onto it before recapping the container. He presented the ingredients. “Neither the sheltered spirits nor the ink cares if you’re hesitant.”