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It was late at night when Hadden left Kyle and James’ apartment. They’d offered to let him stay for the night, but his mind, still set on Mountain Time, kept telling him that it was just late afternoon.
With sleep nowhere near coming, he opted to walk the distance from their home to the disused...
The bowl slipped from his hand, raising a small cloud of flour into the air. The egg shell cracked in his grip, egg white dripping onto the counter.
He took a sponge cloth to clean the mess, but had to stop halfway as a familiar smell made him curse under his breath: the butter had melted...
It was in Fae Grove my mother went to at the behest of Clan Dalca, a place far from the judging eye of most mortals, deep in the prairies of Saskatchewan, it was here on the cold metal table of the clinic that a baby was born as the leaves were colourful and started to fall, the autumn of 1973...
The horned god was moderately busy, couples stood at the bar and cuddled in the booths. Off to one side sat a man with sandy brown hair and glasses. He wears a brown jacket, white dress shirt, and brown chinos. Others peg him for waiting on a blind date. He tries not to notice their looks of...
I use the term slipstream to describe the act and noun of "Pulling an Object through X Dimension from Point A to Point B." For example, when I first came to Ealdwic I had no method of transportation aside from my motorcycle, so I had a thought. "If I could pull my furniture from Saskatchewan...
It was a dark and warm eve, the doors to The Horned God were open. Enter Stefan, the tall, hairy and muscular Half-Faun, he strided up to the bar and orders his favorite drink, a pint of maple whiskey. He sat at the bar, drinking away, the drink soothing him. Enter Caomhan, the new bee, young...
[[Enter Caomhan and Stefan, in the living room of their flat.]]
I was actually born in Ealdwic, but my mother brought me to Romania until my first birthday. We moved to some of her friends in Fairy Glen, Saskatchewan. My childhood was a rough and tumble age. From the time I could walk I was...
To the Council of Venice :
The Mesopotamian Goddess of the Underworld is known as Erishkigal, we discovered a minor temple to her last week, it was a large area of twisting corridors and vault like rooms, deep under the desert. Rooms upon rooms of bones and other humans bits, wall engraved...
A non-linear telling of the friendship that began Plan Bee, Dragon Cabal and Business. These stories occur between May 2012 and May 2016 in the lives of two very different and special women, Cen Corby and Minji Yeoun. While charming and pun-y these stories will bee sweet, taste and see!
