Professor Loomis explained the principle of a exoculture's Waterloo or Watergate Moment. He found that among the Drua Civilization on Europa that moment was K#ts when the armies of

The killing cold winds came in from between those trees. Only we two escaped but neither one of us is whole. Gurdrun lost her center and I lost my mind. That made sense to me.

Now we search each other for signs of ourselves to remind us what we were. She showed me last week. I showed her the week before that. Her week was fresher. My week was just weak.

She haunts the day with all her might but she knows that she isn't real. So she really only haunts herself. The other haunts avoid her. They know. She was a haunt while she lived.

I just need to be finally found. You people that walk by me in the street are not even looking. Their concerns are pushing them faster and faster towards the next concern which wil

Their cards are not even heavy yet. Their eyes still too bright. Wait, wait. Until the moment is right.

I think they will see that I had no idea what I was doing when I launched the Doomsday Device. The shiniest. I blinked a relived the Hairspray Incident and accidentally launched.

Who threw their ark at me? You can't tell me. Because the stars and the streetlights are in this fight. It is heading downtown with a noun in the pound that they just found was str

I had just left orbit and was transitioning into Dead Stick Flight mode when I suddenly couldn't remember if I had let the cat out before I left the house this morning. Hodr was in

In my room of contemplation where I go to eliminate, a book of poetry that I jump around in, only one page is dog eared, though I have only visited it once, that fold says I intend

In his bunker he kept all of his tools. The Tools of the Trade, he called them. His trade was a bloody trade. Thankfully, thanks to Trumpty, he would be going back to work soon.

I found my Gaelic roots in another place beyond the twilight. I knew the cadence in my stones, the ocean waves lapping and crashing with the rowing reavers. Berserkers of my heart,

This duration is on repeat, not clear why. a one note soundless peal has shook it all to the core. One ping only. Smoke on the horizon: red sky at morning, sailors take warning. My

Wilton Lord was born sometime in the 1950s, somewhere along the Eastern Seaboard. He owned the same pair of black leather shoes for over 40 years, which meant he didn’t walk much.

If I told you about Sandwich you would call me a liar. You wouldn't be wrong but you wouldn't be right either. Sandwich was like that. He wasn't special nor did he live a particula

Doyle is mad at himself. Yesterday he is pretty sure that new inmate saw him emerge from the wall. If he puts the screws on him that could be premature. If he knows that I"m not de

I knew that lemming was that guy that had been standing behind me in line at the DMV. He was the one that said that "Love ain't no train." I bet he could use that train now. The cl

This is just a story. Some might say a sad story. I just say it is a story. Each touch of the wind is a note on a piano, each sunbeam's gleam, every humming bird's flutter, a note.

I suspect that that I have not been quite successful at hiding from my readers the fact that i am not a human person like most of them. I am a dark sentience from your star, Sirius

The melee began without me. I was detained by magick. I inherited my family's curse: cowardice. Yes, I had killed 7 at Christchurch but I had no choice when the fight found me. Run