Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Sorry, No More Curtain Calls.

November 6, 2013

I put the fan back in the window this morning.  It’s 60 degrees outside, and beautifully sunny.  There’s a soft scent of winter in the warm air nonetheless.  It reminds me that the dark and quiet is approaching and I hope to rest soon.

I’ve spent too much time looking for the provenance of my existence, trying to figure out why I’m a monster.  It doesn’t matter.  I think I have the answer now-the way of fixing it.

At the Winter solstice, I’ll make an end of it…again.


Please, God.  Don’t let me come back this time?

Thursday, July 25, 2013

It is my will...

Amber glowed, held up to the Hunter’s moon.
Kneeling in the stream, she allowed their knavery to make a travesty of her emotions one last time.

As the life trapped in this stone
So shall you slowly come undone.
May you reap as you have sowed

For as long as water binds it
You will seek the truth, yet never find it.
And shall your trust erode.

One unto the other, you will know deceit and fear
And ne’er again, on your behalf
Will I shed a single tear.

It hit the water gently. Miles away, an argument began.

Friday, January 25, 2013

New Things Afoot

Very soon now, I will be taking over the care and feeding of a very special tome.  It is the tome that provides the prompts for The Prediction.  The Prediction is a weekly writing challenge in the horror/sci-fi/noir/dark fiction genres.  The tome spits forth three word prompts each week and those that care too enter one hundred word drabbles for the honor of being called that week's winner, and the praise and support of a group of fellow writers, skilled and talented beyond measure.

The current incarnation of The Prediction can be found here.  It contains the complete Seth and Nate series, written in tag style by RRKovar and myself.

As of February 1st, you can find the tome's new home here.

Phil Hambler the current caretaker of the tome, tells me that it's been gorging of late, and that in preparation for it's journey to me, has covered itself in a fine webbing of gossamer strands.  I look forward to its arrival here, and I hope that it, and you, will feel comfortable in it's new home.