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To Be Named
I felt around the sides of my neck. She was right. The skin there was sore, tender to the touch. My suspicion of her seemed justified and came flooding back. I was choked recently and she finds me, leash in hand? I don't know if it was guilt or what that …
Posted 7 years ago -
Up Above
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Posted 10 years ago -
Lucky bloody you
Well turns out it wasn't no cop anyhow, it was my uncle bloff and he just wanted me to sign the christmas cards, like who ever heard of an avunclular member of my extended family wanting me to sign off on a christmas card in feburary? Sure wasn't normal, …
Posted 9 years ago -
horizon fading
As I lie comfortable in my cosy yellow-orange bed I listen Anna and little angel are downstairs
chatting and giggling, laughing and playing, generally having fun I just lie here sandwiched between my silky duvet and bed melting my worries away. F…
Posted 9 years ago -
Care Taker
The church in Trien was a handsome stone edifice, built sturdily in decades past and carefully maintained since; the tall arches lifted Orthael's spirits by their apparent timelessness. There was a flicker of candlelight visible through the windows, and t…
Posted 6 years ago -
002 C
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Posted 9 years ago -
Sanctuary
Malika hesitated just a moment, then nodded. Dawn was beginning to break over the mountains on the horizon, and she knew -- without quite knowing how she knew -- that most of the deathless would either be taking shelter for the day or be banished back to …
Posted 6 years ago -
Dreamer Awakening
Malika woke with a start, sitting bolt upright. Morduth was in her hand, ablaze with blue flame that crept up over her hand and wrist. As always the flame did not harm her. Rather it brought her comfort and warmth, and she reveled in its light.
Mistress…
Posted 6 years ago -
Flamelit Silence
Despite the situation, Orthael exhaled in deep relief. This, now, was a question that he had heard before. From widows, from parents, from orphans - even, on dark nights, from himself.
"Oh, swordmaiden. The Flame has always been with you. Through all tha…
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The Sick Woman
I hurry back home with the other half of the loaf. I need to get home before the screaming starts and the nosy neighbours start asking questions again. She is asleep on the stained red velvet settee. She has been asleep for the whole day. Her breath is sh…
Posted 10 years ago -
I Might Let You Read It One Day
Thing is, this piece I'm writing, bares my entire soul. It involves you and me and all that we love and hold dear. It's told from my perspective, one that I think you need to hear.
But if I let you read it, I am crucifying myself. The sacrifice it entai…
Posted 8 years ago -
Higher Thoughts
Judgement was diverted from its biographical investigation by the unfamiliar presence of old magic. Perhaps that was not an accurate description, for the weapon was sure that it had been familiar once, and that in that time the magic had not been old at a…
Posted 6 years ago -
The Ploy Ends Successfully
I acted without thought, and It was not at full power; my death matters not.
Posted 10 years ago -
Underground Bethlehem
Burrowing tenderly with my hands, I could but adore this beast that had summoned me.
Posted 10 years ago -
The Darkness (2/2)
Well, it's hard to stay chipper, to keep up my hope.
Such dark thoughts crowd my mind in a throng!
As bad news piles like snowdrifts upon the steep slope,
I don't think the descent will take long...
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As a child, full of life, I had power to spare
Ah, wha…
Posted 9 years ago -
A Whisper in the Ear
I spoke to her in direct neural interface. A text or audio message might have sufficed, but there could be no mistakes today, no misunderstandings. I refused to analyse my motivations further.
The link pushed dark chunks of conceptual meaning between our…
Posted 10 years ago -
Offline Fic'ing
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The Kranken-Bruder's Tale
There was a prince, and one princess;
She was an angelle, he a mess.
The prince called out for his man-maid
To clean the room. The lemonade
They drank was sweet. The fine chefette
Had used ten lemons; then she'd set
The sugar from her sugar binne
The pinq…
Posted 7 years ago -
Just Do It
I kept looking at my cell phone, but it lay silent and black. Let her make the first move. It was always me before, texting, finding the right ice-breaker comment or picture to share. It was a show of love, but it was beginning to feel one-sided. Was I a …
Posted 9 years ago -
Use this to key in student grades after logging in
It's time to write, to start the rite
It's time to key in grades tonight,
For if I'm late, procrastinate,
They'll thump the ones who hesitate.
And so again I fetch my pen
The red one I use now and then
To do my chores and give out scores
And toss them out…
Posted 7 years ago -
Nothing
I watched in horror as the smoke billowed high. I followed the plume to the leaping flames high above the roof. Flames and smoke poured from every window, every door. I fell to my knees.
The flames were put out, the firemen left, the sooty timbers were …
Posted 9 years ago -
As the Stars Went Out
"So that's what that does," I said as the stars went out, "I'd always wondered."
Posted 10 years ago -
Fighting Medusa's Cousin, or Something
All was dark in his field of vision, but he could not open his eyes. This creature was akin to Medusa and would turn him to goo if he looked at her. Something flared outside his eyelids, creating a red glow to his left. He smelled the sulfur of a struck m…
Posted 6 years ago -
Sleep Trials
October 14
Day five that Brent has woken up ravenous and exhausted. Officially it's day five. It's been at least five days since I noticed a pattern and decided to track it's course. I'm not surprised that he's exhausted. He told me about his dreams and …
Posted 6 years ago -
Scorpion
Brass tinkled on the workshop floor. Beckton closed the bolt again, but didn't pop up for another shot immediately. Flame had caught on the solid wood of the workbench, and the heat haze and smoke made it hard to see - only compounded by runes on the unde…
Posted 7 years ago