The rage built up in Sarah once more, drowning out all but the man before her. The small, darkly lit cafe, the people having their little talks with each other, the baby hollering for more food, all of these things disappeared, vaporized in an instant when she saw him …
It remained on my tongue, ashen and warm, the sacred drink a nectar so sweet the gods, themselves, would weep for its touch. And it was mine, given as was right, nothing more than a taste, perhaps, but enough. More than enough. My head still reels as the priests chant …
Jim’s day started off hard and later than he’d wanted. A little too much to drink the night before made the alarm in the morning a klaxon he didn’t really want to deal with, but he couldn’t ignore it for long. The bills had to be paid, after all, and …
The ritual was, thankfully, rather simple. It had taken some time to find it, but when Shannon finally did, the smile on her face was hard to hide. She couldn’t believe how cheap the bookseller was letting it go for. They probably didn’t realize what kind of a treasure they …
It’s too late for my mother. I know that, even as I watch her being taken from the cage across the darkened hallway. Her eyes are already glazed from the deprivations she’s endured, and I am not sure if she can see me, but I stand straighter as she is …
This time of year is always hard for me. Now, I know what you’re going to say. The holidays are difficult for a lot of people, especially in this world we lived in, people disconnected from the roots that were once so important, and traumas became easier to understand. A …
When I was a kid, my parents had what they called the Sin Box. They were pretty religious, I guess, taking their faith very seriously, and they raised me to have the same kind of respect for the gods as they did. Granted, I might have had a little bit …
I reach behind me again, trying to get it to stop, but the interminable itch just will not go away. At first, it was just a small thing, a little distraction in the middle of the day while I was at work, but it’s kept getting worse as the days …
My eyes fluttered open and met nothing but darkness. I don’t know if you’ve ever had the kind of haze on your brain after a long night of drinking, but it’s not a fun experience. The headache can pound and you feel like you’ve been run over by a pile …
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