"There is blood in the rain," stated the Deep One, matter-of-factly. He stood at the deck railing, staring out over the city spread out below.
"What do you mean, sire?" Kolster asked, looking up at the imposing figure looming over him.
"There is blood i…Posted 17 hours ago
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After lasagna and a nice night with my boyfriend, I had a chat with my best friend. He spared me the details of his recent weekend getaway. All of his sentences began with 'I' instead of 'we'. I found that interesting. He'd mention her name, but it was in…Posted 25 hours ago
The thing that spoke to me had the face of a dead god but used the voice of my father. I had known to expect this. It was a by-product of the bonding ritual that gave a semblance of life back to this former deity. Not that any of the gods ever truly died,…Posted 27 hours ago
The house was silent and dark. It was the dead of night after all. Something woke me, but I knew it wasn't a sound, nor a smell. Something deep inside me told me it was time. Time to arise.
I felt it in my bones just as clearly as I felt the soft carpet…Posted 3 days ago
With diligence and a growling stomach, you returned to where you were, and how you were. I managed to reform what had been misused.
And how I loved you!
You, whom I loved and felt for when you were nothing but a smashed galaxy of unfortunate crinkles, br…Posted 4 days ago
There in my hands is the same material as before...as one piece. A minor miracle of restoration has happened, and I cannot say why. Perhaps there is power, a power of empathy, that has worked its will through me.
Could this happen again?
It happened agai…Posted 4 days ago
Though there is no air moving, I feel a cold wind stirring my fur and wonder what these splinters of glass used to be when they were whole, and who had done them this cruelty, this injury, this wounding.
I grieve; I falter.
It's obvious to me that this wa…Posted 4 days ago
"03-21-17 I'm nothing but damaged goods. Shards of a person left scattered on the ground just waiting for some poor soul to come walking barefoot across the floor." [anonymous]
I walk slowly, nothing covering myself but down and a feeling of lack and lo…Posted 4 days ago
I knew no matter how I dressed I would find a way to regret it, so I chose comfort, since that was the one thing which would be in short supply.
And right I was, after a quiet greeting, from the moment I was admitted into the foyer and we walked along the…Posted 4 days ago
Jacqueline made a sour face. “You mean to keep an eye on me. I hate having someone watching over my shoulder.”
“We're both in the industry, spying is what we do.” Emily replied.
“I'd rather be the spy-er than the spy-ee.”
Emily cocked an eye at her phr…Posted 4 days ago
"So, my intrepid friend. I think I'm quite ready for another adventure. Care to follow me once more down the rabbit hole?" Priscilla asked her friend across the table. She watched over the rim of her glass as Casey downed her fourth ale of the night.
Cas…Posted 6 days ago
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And george and tom E(l)liot
know what to say
when dickens and dickinson
mix verse with prose
and JS and CPE
we toil and we spin
it all gets so morbid
the deeper we’re in
so throw of…Posted 6 days ago
This makes me glad that I’m alive,
Despite all fears that do connive
To change that fact. I still remain
With you. So join this glad refrain:
May God and Patrick bless our bond!
I pray and hope you’ll both respond
By blessing all I sing about,
And all tho…Posted 6 days ago
Saint Patrick, dear, come rally round
This group of loved ones I have found:
The ones who’ve left, the ones embraced,
The ones that cannot be replaced;
The ones that life’s path will reveal.
If they can know the love I feel
For each and ev'ryone therein,
…Posted 6 days ago
Grims reached the outer fence, a rickety wooden thing with a large gap in between the top and bottom beam, that kept in the dumbest of the livestock. The gate was clear on the other side of the property and he didn't feel like circling the house just to u…Posted 6 days ago
It closed its eyes and roared.
"Sacrilege! Blasphemy! Desecration! The Aldergods will destroy you utterly for this. You will be fodder for their entertainment. Perhaps even the Gilder- and Bolgurgods will--"
"Enough," I replied mildly. Its mouth clamped…Posted 7 days ago
? awakes to inky blackness and silence until a voice calls out from some indefinable distance.
-Where am I? And who am I?
-You’ve only just been created. Right now you are little more than an idea. With luck you will soon begin to take sh…Posted 7 days ago
Lightning flashed like teeth biting into the stone walls. Athel's sandals slapped ungraciously as he ran. His mouth muttered undiscernable phrases. His eyes snatched fearful glimpses of the stormy shore between narrow windows.
Father Osgar was at prayer.…Posted 8 days ago
Quick hands. Moonlight flashing on a blade. Mooncat dying on a blade.
Grims dropped the knife and reached for his rifle, all senses searching for the remaining predator, but it had vanished into the night, courage overwhelmed by pack hunter instinct.
He…Posted 9 days ago
The story first appeared in an issue of National Geographic. It chronicled a journey taken in the 1970s by a small band of backpackers. While travelling through the woods of southeast Alaska the group stumbled onto a ghost town.
The community appeare…Posted 10 days ago
I held that piece of flesh up before me, bitter distaste filling my mouth. If what my father and I had done before had been blasphemy, this was surely something far worse, to desecrate the body of a god in such a way.
And yet it was necessary. This war b…Posted 10 days ago
I carried my father's post on my left shoulder as I walked back to the front of the property. I took care to avoid the golden post, though I knew it would not harm me. It was merely an omen, a message from the gods, but it was better not to tempt fate. In…Posted 10 days ago
Devra turned her attention away from the Big Ben lego model and glanced over her notes for the evening weather report, her faculties barely involved in the process.
Did this even count as "working on television"? Her path had not led to where her she had …Posted 10 days ago
A child. Barely out of diapers. He stands stock still on the busy sidewalk as hundreds of grown-ups walk quickly past him.
The child stoops, plucking a key from a crack in the sidewalk, even though the crack isn't nearly large enough to accommodate such …Posted 12 days ago