And the Chunnering Wyrm Doth Chide
Well, it's a complicated story. This was a few years back, by now. I was trying to get up toward St. Arringer's, I'd had a message from a cousin there was work to be had. So I was catching long distance busses when I could afford em and hitchhiking...
Account of Presumed Ecstatic Experience during Initiation Rite in Unidentified Mystery Religion
It doesn't really matter how I died. Whether of time or tide or tiredness, But after this, the journey of my life I woke, to find myself in a dark wood. The way was lost, the night was long, and I Was more alone than I had ever been. It...
The Green Night
The air smelled green up in the mountains. Bertilak had insisted they'd have supper first, and talk on the back deck afterward. Gawain's explanation that he'd come a long way, didn't Bertilak know that? It took a day and a half by train and ferry and...
Rust River Valley Rail Crossing Three, Pop. 527
From the valley they say you are going I can see why you would. And I know As the slow grinding years Grind the hills into tears Each year grinds a little more slow. From this valley they say you are going. From this hopeless collection of...
Blank Verse Essay On the Treachery of Hope
You must learn how to live and not to hope For hope will be a luxury ere long. For hope can be both manacle and chain. For hope can keep you too spellbound to run Until the waters rise too high, and boil. You would not be the first. In ages...
Initial Survey of Quaisholm Cave Paintings, Origin Unknown, presumed Upper Mesolithic
The sunset lit the hills behind him. The breeze lifted the trees over him. And the path stretched out before him. Others of his tribe, maybe, would have said there was no one else there. Sana knew better. Not quite twelve days ago, one of the young...
Saturday, Dedicated to the God of Cycles of Violence and Revenge who Devours His Children, but Also of Harvest and the Lost Golden Age
I return, once again. I'll run again. It doesn't matter. Where is there to go? Guilty I am, and guilty I have been. Though in that town of secrets, who's to know? But no road leads me out from your shadow, My wolf, my lonely wolf, my...
There's a Place in the Great Pack for You
"Welp, here they are, then," said Dad. Paul's bags were packed. He'd done that before sunrise. Wallet and ID. Toothbrush, toothpaste. Utility knife with pliers, screwdriver, and can opener. Scarf he'd knitted, wool he'd sheared himself, that year he'd...
Afterword by Ted V.
Some say it was all folklore, of the sort civilizations Will sprout like fungus from the leaking seams as they grow senile. That those who live like wolves among the ruins may find comfort In tales that make the wolves out in the wastelands to seem...
Part XVIII - And With That, I Close the Door
There was no particular celebration, that night at the cabin. No fanfare. No triumphal parade. Nik asked Will a few polite questions about how the shoot had gone and from there the conversation meandered into methods of constructing climate-resistant...
Part XVII - They Can’t Sell That House So Empty It Stays
Sam dropped them both off at the rest stop closest to where route 93 turned off the interstate. According to Chase this 'shoot' came with a van better equipped to handle potholes and washout, they'd ride out in that. "Which," Sam grumbled, "is fine by...
Part XVI - Still as the Silence Round About His Lair
It wasn't usually the director of photography's job, on these shoots, to do this kind of groundwork. Finding sources for local legends, or the locals who could tell them, was something the writers/hosts/directors/producers had always handled. And yes,...