A 'Drabble' Gratified, Elna examined the dilapidated old church with an artist's eye as she approached. How odd that all the other renovators had refused to take this project - it was a dream! The wood panels had been drab even in their heyday, she observed, inspecting the crumbling exterior. Entering the nave, she scanned… Continue reading Entering the nave
Father McClatchy! The clock is turning widdershins! What? Already? Damn it! We won't reach the church in time, Brother. There's nothing for it but to set our seal here; this barn will have to do. Quickly - set the blessed wisteria candle on that crate and light the wick! I'll paint the runes! Yes, Father!… Continue reading This barn will have to do
d’Verse prosery So. You've finally arrived, warrior. Did you find my undead legions' welcome to your liking? They were like you once, you know… eyes blazing with foolish righteousness and deluded purpose... Well, until I plucked their mortal souls out. Did your masters teach you the anatomy of a soul, hero? Its heart is of… Continue reading Threaded with life stories and memories
A sijo The more I write, the less I believe \ in the supernatural when I am otherwise occupied. \ Nevertheless, I know I must continue writing \ given that it's so natural. When I am writing, I do not distinguish between the natural and supernatural. Everything seems real. That is my world, you could… Continue reading Preternatural, or: Continue
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