Their Home Chapter 1

Groggy husbands and wives started to move through the houses, wiping their eyes and some men still groaning from the extracurricular activities that occurred during the night, while their wives or girlfriends smirked happily. Another day of work laid ahead for them in the daily tedium of their lives, and they moved in their set pattern that has long been ingrained in them. Engines started to rev up and cars pulled out into the street, and amongst the new hubbub of a new day was the clopping of a pair of hooves. 

Black Like Ebony (Part 1)

To the boy it seemed a horrid trap, like a fever dream he was being marched into. By lanterns light he tread with his captor and his fellow prisoner in silence along the entrance path. The path was paved with stone, a foreign luxury in the hovel below. It was lined with a garden of surely imported flowers in perfectly matching shades of reds and whites and lilacs. They were cut and trim to perfect measurements, none encroaching past their gardens. Gone was the overgrowth of the village, the unruly weeds and clutching branches that flanked their village. The manor was sterile, it was organized, it was planned. 

The Diary of a Chimeranologist: Fragment Four

After experiencing two consecutive nights of terror, the ever intrepid kikimora explorer, Sashenka Demidov, wants nothing more than some respite. As she returns to a life at sea, will she find this and more as her motley crew strengthen their bonds? For along the way to Ethiopia, there are still bizarre landscapes to be found and hints of dangers to come.

Stuck in the Blizzard

“You!” she said, her large singular eye still focused on the device on her hands. “Fix my Game-Station Four.” I blinked twice before I was able to process what she just said.

“What? Your Game Station? What are you talking about?” I asked her in confusion. She rolled her eye before focusing back to the device.

“My Game Station. I was playing, um…” Her eye glanced upward for a moment before returning back to the device. “…a game, yeah, when suddenly it shut off! The TV doesn’t turn on, and the lights just went off.” Her voice clearly indicated that she was annoyed at this turn of events.

“The whole building suffered a power outage. There is no power to be had right now.” I calmly explained.

“Well then fix it then.” she commanded. I felt a slight tug to do something.

“Fix what? A power outage? In this weather?!” I could feel my voice rising from that last question. Her singular red eye finally stared right into my eyes, her iris lighting up with bright red.

“Do it now.” She commanded. I could feel a pull of my feelings with her words.

A Crescent Date Before Christmas

Disclaimer: This is not one of my best pieces of writing and in hindsight is a bit cringe. I wanted to try something a bit different with the Christmas format while also including some references to my other works, but the end result isn’t up to my usual level of quality. For many people Christmas…