I could have sworn he was right beside me; for years he always had been. Now he's gone. I don't rightly know what it was that drove us apart. Was it my hair or my taste in music? Was I too clingy or maybe not affectionate enough? Something changed. I went from being the apple… Continue reading There and Gone
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Mother Moon
Standing sky-clad in the dark of the New Moon, Artemis rolled her shoulders back and willed herself to shine. Night and darkness were her domain. The owls and shadow-cats were her faithful subjects. Night lent reverence to all things, and this was most deserving. What is done by dark will always be revealed by light.… Continue reading Mother Moon
The Winner
Chelsea sat on her little stool by the front window and waited less than patiently. It was quarter past three and the post should have been her by now. She tapped her watch, checking that the mechanism was still working. It was. She sighed and was about to go and make a cup of tea… Continue reading The Winner
The Spy
I wish I'd paid more attention when I went to spy school. I wish I'd graduated from spy school. I kind of wish I had actually enrolled when I'd had the chance. I looked over at my captive and tried to remember the last question I'd asked. Was it, "Who do you work for?" Was… Continue reading The Spy
The Fear of Falling
Jules stepped onto the platform and resisted the urge to scream. She was a long way up and the people down below were urging her to jump. If she jumped and fell, she would surely die. But, if she didn't jump, she would live to regret it. JUMP! JUMP! the crowd screamed up at her.… Continue reading The Fear of Falling
Welcome to Hell
She put her hand out and Malphus shook it. The negotiations had been difficult. Angie kept going on about peanut butter and hairnet sauce, whatever that was. Malphus let go and he and Angie were standing at the gates of hell in an instant. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, trying to figure out if… Continue reading Welcome to Hell
Demons and Dinner
The chef in the video is blathering on about how important it is to measure your ingredients for consistent results. I roll my eyes. Some things, like garlic, you have to measure with your heart. I flatten the garlic clove with the broad side of my knife and peel away the papery skin. My knife… Continue reading Demons and Dinner
Ghostown
I live in Ghostown. It used to have another name, but no one calls it that anymore. Or they might, but I've never heard them. It was a pretty name, too, but Ghostown fits it better these days. I haven't seen another car on the road in weeks. I know people are still out there,… Continue reading Ghostown
No
April 17, 2030 Dear Diary, I'm feeling stuck. 2030 was supposed to be my year, but now, a third of the way in, it just feels like all the others that have come before it. I haven't reached my goal weight, gotten that fat promotion, or found inner peace. The only thing I have to… Continue reading No
The Storm
The sun disappeared slowly behind the darkening clouds. The summer sun, no longer beaming, was gone and it was as dark as night. As slowly as the sun went away was how quickly the villagers disappeared into their homes. The sound of the first drop of rain fell heavily with a loud thud. The silence… Continue reading The Storm
