The existence of my kind has baffled some of the world's greatest thinkers for untold millennia. Are there such things as gods? How many are there? What are they and why do they do what they do? What do they want from mankind? Well, folks, today you're going to get all the answers. Right out of the horse's mouth, so to speak. My name is Pahle (pronounced Par...
Foreword and disclaimers: I tried to write a tale that is as faithful as possible to the series we all love. The events taking place are set after season six: the excellent Dark Willow season. In writing this story, or rather arc of stories, I tried to incorporate as much of the Buffy-verse as possible and let the storyline and characters remain as close to...
Walking down the rainy streets of New York on a gray bastard of a January day Brian pulled the zipper of his army surplus jacket up as high as it could go. His friend Photo just lets the water be absorbed by his mop of brown hair. It seemed like forever until the light turned red and they could walk across the street. The rain started to sting their faces...
Do you have a hobby or occupation that the world just doesn't understand? I do. My name is Thanatos, and I am the God of Death. My primary occupation is that of Collector of Souls. Most specifically, the Souls of Human beings. I despise the Humans. They're a blight upon the Universe. They deserve to be eradicated. I've always loathed the entire Species. I do...
Lloyd sensed too late, that something was not quite how it should be, when a smiling Helen returned to the table and simply sat smoking a cigarette without saying a word for several minutes, pulling her chair a little further back with her legs crossed and just studying him with a contented expression. He wanted to ask her what was happening, but somehow he...
"NO!" Lia snatched the vase off the shelf and threw it. The intruder ducked. The ceramic shattered against the wall. He grinned at her, holding long sharp blades in both hands. She bolted, trying to get to the gun in her nightstand. The man blocked her path. Shit. She jumped backwards into the kitchen, an easy hop in her tiny studio apartment. Lia ya...
Tales of Carlitos, the Mexican Factory Worker Chapter 3: American Shamanism Carlos held a large coffee table book on Teotihuacán in his arm as he rang the apartment doorbell of his new friend and co-worker Paul. Teotihuacán, the Mexican archeological site that was home to the great pyramid of the sun and slightly smaller pyramid of the moon, was the forem...
Pt. XIII: The Yellow Rose of Texas "So what's the scoop, Jorge?" asked Jack. "Ah, Senor Davis, it is a long story, 'er I mean scoop. Let me get you two dinner, and then I will tell all. What would you like?" Kim and Jack perused the menu. "I'll try something different, Jorge, not my usual. Love your orange roughy but let me have the Camarones Abuelito Ti...
Suddenly awake you know without reaching that I am not beside you in the tent. The whoops from the beach below let you know I am enjoying an early morning surf. Your thoughts drift to licking the fresh saltiness on me not unlike those oysters we snatched from the rocks yesterday. With no need to dress at this deserted part of the coast you wander away from...
Valentina left her bedroom moments after watching Misty enter hers. Daybreak was approaching and she was ravenous. She made her way to the elevator and punched the button for the lowest level, three floors underground, her Temple. No one living today would recognize it, but if through some miracle of time travel an Aztec priest were to visit today, he would...