Transcendental Obfuscation Why we will never know why... Author's note: A light look at some popularly accepted mythoi and what might be the "real" story behind all those unexplained disappearances... written with tongue firmly implanted in cheek. Intended to be read that way. Cheers... *~*~*~*~* "Under no circumstances are you to tell him." "But...
She'd done it. She'd left her husband and her old life far behind, miles beneath on the ground. She soared through the skies, heading west, into the sun, feeling weightless and exhilarated, with that scary trembling in her gut that told her things were changing rapidly, perhaps too rapidly. As the plane broke through the low, gray clouds, the orange sun bla...
Once I knew that Noan was down for the count, I wriggled out from under her and headed for the kitchen to grab a towel. With my face and hair covered in our combined fluids, I badly needed a shower. Before making my way to the bathroom, however, I reignited the fire in the stove and put the kettle on the stovetop to heat water for a morning cup of tea; or co...
[This story was inspired by The Twilight Zone episode "The Lonely" which was broadcast on November 13, 1959. I imagined Lili Taylor, as she was in the 1990s, playing Alicia.] "I am persuaded that those who designed this system do not know what it is they are doing . . . I hold that the slow and daily tampering with the mysteries of the brain to be immeasura...
Chapter 1 When Maisie Lott was in her late teens, her mother Emily sat her down, looking serious. Maisie braced herself for a lecture about the birds and bees and wondered if her somewhat out-of-date mother would then invite her front-running daughter, in terms of reading knowledge, to be informed about how the modern woman behaves in bed or on the kitchen...
CHAPTER 22 MY ELDEST DAUGHTER GRACE WAS NEXT ON JACK'S LIST GRACE'S STORY 1. Being much more of an academic than my younger sister Lili I was enjoying life at university and I liked the atmosphere of the lecture halls and was keen to pass my degree with flying colours. I suppose I am what many people would describe as a bit geeky or a nerd. I find th...
I'd made my high school years tough by hanging with the "nerds" and the "geeks." Not that it wasn't correct to call us that, it's just that I didn't like being singled out and called names. But I had to admit it.'It's true, it's what I am.' There wasn't a lot of uniformity in our group. We were distinguished by our prickly concentrations on our selves. W...
But then there are girls like me Who stand appalled by what we've seen We know the truth about you Now you're the prince of all the magazines That is a dangerous thing Now would they love you if they knew all things we know Those golden boys are a fraud don't believe their show -Res CHAPTER 1 The sound of an electronic lock engaging is loud, too lou...
This is the second part in a series. For the action leading up to now, see On Set With Axis. ____________________ Lilith Blackheart. That was the name of the director, but she did not look like a Lilith to me. The name evokes a black-haired witch or dominatrix, but Ms. Blackheart was a red-head whose long straight hair flew about unhindered and who wore a...
I jolted at the sudden loud, obnoxious alarm clock raping my ears, and my first instinct was to throw the damn phone to the ground causing it to shatter into a million pieces and to make the blaring ringing stop. It wasn't my phone, and I didn't know how to turn off this damn annoying siren that was blaring like a New York City fire truck. Fingers franticly...