Tabitha Crane, Chapter I: Intervention
_Who's gonna throw the very first stone?_ _Oh! Who's gonna reset the bone?_ _(Arcade Fire)_ * * * "I can't believe we're having this conversation again, Tabitha," my father grumbled. "It's been, what, a week since your last write-up? This can't...
The Dimensional Traveler- Chapter Four
Hoo-boy. This was an eventful time. My life has been harrowing for what feels like a few weeks. When you know the ins and outs of a location, you would think that you would be able to traverse said location with ease! Well, I have proven that that is...
The Dimensional Traveler- Chapter Two
---A Surprise Heritage--- Wow! A lot has happened today. Okay, let me start where I left off. I was in the cave that I had conveniently found along my path when night fell. I was terrified to say the least. I mean, I was in a strange new world, at...
After the Storm - Part 36 DRAFT
Jason and Sarah were walking down the streets of the Military District, both with worry in their minds. Earlier they saw the three fugitive brothers on their way out of the Academy with Charlie and an Infernape escorting them, but they weren't going...
Potato Soup
It was January, and the modest kitchen of their Hoosier farmhouse was warm and cozy with the scents of fur and food, post-Christmas memories (they'd taken down the tree this morning), and of a New Year's full-spread, horizon-hung promise (but, then,...
Milty
It was all hustle-and-bustle outside, today. Everyone working. Everyone shopping. Everyone going. The sound of too many cars on the salted, chilly streets, with all those drivers driving so crazily. Engines sputtering. And a few...
Scotch Pine
It was late. The outside barren. Bare. And white. Nothing of summer, or even autumn, remained. All a memory. All waiting to happen again. All in respite. Out there, the glitter-glistening icicles, like recently-invited guests, hung from...
Gothic Cathedrals
It was November, the Monday before Thanksgiving, and the always-noisy, mechanical hustle-and-bustle of the nature-less city seemed to slow, as if holding its breath in baited anticipation. The skyscrapers going all googly-windowed, as if jabbering with...
The Darkest Night of the Year
Today was an 'almost-winter' Saturday. They wore their heavy coats. They left the 'Snow Bear' ice creamery, and wandered, slowly, time to spare, past the bread shop, where everything smelled of honey-wheat and baguettes, and blueberry bug...
Beautifully Tethered
A breath taken. Lungs filling, and a heart beating. And mind unfurling (like those morning flowers do). 'I see and smell and hear that You are, indeed, ushering in another day, my Lord,' was the just-waking, mental prayer. Thought up at...
Bon Hiver
It fell in flitter-fluttering flakes, like a million parachutes. It fell in a slate-grey, later-day light, the open horizon all hazy (where did it start, and where did it end), and all the naked trees, with their sky-reaching limbs, trying to...
Hoosier Tomatoes
They were sitting side-by-side on the kitchen counter, foot-paws bare, toes wriggling, not quite reaching the off-yellow linoleum of the floor. Cast in the soft, golden glow of a singular, sixty-watt bulb, which was hung in a fixture above the silvery,...