Tom and Alice Tom and Alice lay on Alice's bed, clothed except for shoes, on their sides facing each other in a long, body to body embrace. Sometimes, this was how they talked, lying there in each other's arms. There was so much to talk about. There was so much to feel good about. They had saved Angela's bacon. The situation was difficult but, together, the...
Prologue Mankind has always assumed that they're on the only life-sustaining planet in the universe, and even that there is only one universe. Scientists, philosophers, shamans- anybody really- who proposed that either of these statements aren't true, were mocked and ridiculed all through history. Well, surprise! They were all right. Earth is not the only...
The night progressed quickly as the children responded to Alena's blood or, as Gabriel proudly reminded her, their combined blood. No matter how gentle and understanding he had been with her, Alena would never have guessed how easily he assumed the role of a parent. She smiled as he carried both children, one cradled in each arm, to their apartment. "You l...
Interlude I: The Promise of Sand Sand lies underfoot, silent, unknowing, windswept. Sun streams down on vast reaches of sand, it's journey complete. Silent sand, caressed by sun, warmed by the indifference of chaos, sand drifts along the boundary between land and sea. Between what was, and what is. Between being and becoming. Sand drifts just in silence,...
In the beginning, I remember the darkness. Then a voice. "Hello, Adam." "Who are you?" I asked. Who am I? I wondered to myself... "I am your Creator, the Lord your God," it replied. After a brief hesitation, it continued. "You may think of me as your Father." My God... "Did you create me? Who am I?" I asked impatiently. "I created everything there ever...
Frankenstein, the lost journals. Hampton-on-the-bay, Dec. 18, 18--- It is with much foreboding and dread that I set these words to paper. For many years since my encounter with the mad man, Victor Frankenstein and his abominable creation in the frozen North, this story has weighted heavily on my soul and tugged on my sanity. But this is the story as it was...
The traveler made his way up the darkened stairwell, careful not to disturb the layers of dust and cobwebs that had built up over the years. The building had been abandoned for years, probably even decades in fact. He had never so much as set foot inside this building before, and yet, it was as if he somehow knew his way. And so he carried on, curious to kno...
A knock on the door wakes me up. "The breakfast is ready," says a young male voice. The nightmare didn't end. I'm still here, stuck in this world. I didn't sleep well because my back hurts, but since I went to bed soon after sunset I've at least managed to sleep for a long time, so I'm not that tired. I had a few nightmares, though, and one of these was s...
You Died. This was not the end however, it was just the beginning! You, like almost everyone else, went to hell: and were punished for your sins in the most appropriate way possible: you had to live through all the negative consequences of each of them unto the seventh generation, over and over again, until you finally truly repented and were contrite for a...
"Well, that was...something." Carol and Henrietta were back in the car and back on the road, putting the Temple of Zenriah, the city of New Deastone, and the myriad of permanently naked women living in it behind them. Both were still damp from the time they each spent bathing in the grotto, the redhead having done so sometime after Carol and Celeste left,...