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It was almost as if I had been stricken with rigor mortis as the last of her words evaded into thin air, sliding off of her tongue like venom. I was filled with emotions resembling that of both shell shock and astonishment, as the still nameless, elderly woman continued holding my face by the clutches of her long, gaunt fingers. Only a few seconds had passed while she continued to grasp me, but I began to panic. I wasn’t sure what could follow an event as strange and eerie as that, and I hadn’t…

Born with one eye blue and one eye brown, the mixed blood Husky howled at the moon. Raven landed on a branch nearby to listen, as Husky’s continued his sad song to the moon. Raven asks the Husky why he was so sad, so he recited the tale that he must choose to live with a pack of huskies or join his grandfather’s wolf pack. While regaling the tale to Raven, a few other creatures had stopped to listen. Each creature had their own tale of woe or choice, except Racoon. Racoon spoke quietly as they…

mid-calf. She is pudgy, with skin wrinkling up into little creases wherever she bends. Her fur is short and prickly. Her head is the size of a wiffle ball, with triangle-shaped, thin ears raised and listening. She oversees the street outside, brown eyes darting and her stout, round snout grazing the large bay window. Her front paws are set forward beneath her chest, legs straight like a pencil. Her chubby hind legs rest next to her bottom, the prominent, knobby knees bent upwards besides her…

Her relationship with Chloe is better; I think a part of that may be the fact that Chloe is the spitting image of her with long blonde hair and green eyes. I don 't know what my father looks like, but I think I remind her of him with my long red hair and blue eyes, the only thing I got from her was the fact that my skin could tan. Her way of dealing with me now is pretending that I don 't exist. As long as I provide the money she doesn 't talk to me, she has never asked me how I earn the money,…

with magic a bit and practiced sword fighting with a gnome. “So what you do?” He wicked at me. “I bolted through the trees.” “Did I ever tell you that when I was your age I caught a fish the size of a small whale with my bare hands.” His green eyes sparkling as he let slip his strange secrets, odd revelations about his shadowy past. “That same day I found a fairy in the…

“They still let me donate. Besides, you get to be the black widow here, without you, nobody could give.” She laughed. “I guess you’re right. We all have our roles, don’t we? Now, close your eyes, Talen, and count backwards from twenty.” I obeyed and focused on the girl beside me and not what was taking place: The sound of her raspy voice. How she smelled like a sweet pears ripened by the sun. “That old saying” I mumbled, my face slack and…

The Woman on Wendover Road - Draft It was a foggy October night, and Martin O’Neil was driving back from work to his new home in the countryside. Fully focused on his driving, and straining his eyes to see the street names in the darkness, Martin was startled a loud ringing noise. I glanced at my phone that I had previously thrown onto the passenger seat of my car, curious to see who was calling me so late in the night. I was quite surprised to see my beloved wife’s name on the caller ID, as…

“A squared plus b squared.” I blurted. “That’s the equation isn’t it?” I hid the book behind my back hoping Pythagoras wouldn’t see it. He narrowed his eyes at me. “What’s that behind your back?” Pythagoras’s brown hair was mussed like he hadn’t slept well and there were shadows under his green eyes. I suspected that he had woken from his “dream from the gods” and had stayed up pondering his options. Why would he have come to my house and arranged triangles from firewood? “It’s nothing.” I…

“We’re not a thing.” I fumble. “I know.” I can see the bitterness in her eyes! I can almost see her heart breaking, but she is good at hiding her true emotions. She always says she’s not mad or upset or shattering like glass but I can tell she is. Even if it is, slightly. “Then what’s the problem?” I try to deny I know what it is. “I don’t know. Perhaps it’s because I’m dying and I won’t ever get another guy like you?” She avoids eye contact and rubs the tops of her fingers against each…

such devices one for Feminine divine and one for the creation of everything else, such as earth, the creatures on it such as dragons, the fay, humans, Cyclopes, etc. Which every creature played a role in the overall scheme of things, in Divine Being’s eyes at least. Lilith is being conceived in the machine and the essence of a snake gets into the machine with Lilith. We were all shocked and could not do anything to help. If we had we would have angered Divine Being and in these times Divine…