I’m a Catholic man in my late thirties, living in the United States, currently unemployed. I like to write fantasy stories, but so far I’ve only published online, not professionally, and not for pay.
I’m a Catholic man in my late thirties, living in the United States, currently unemployed. I like to write fantasy stories, but so far I’ve only published online, not professionally, and not for pay.
In the beginning, He Who Is made the heavens and the earth. He made spirits to rule the heavens and the earth in His name.
The first heaven He gave to Levanah (who is called Selene), to rule in His name.
The second heaven He gave to Kokhav (who is called Hermes), to rule in His name.
The third heaven He gave to Nogah (who is called Aphrodite), to rule in His name.
The fourth heaven He gave to...
Once upon a time there was a great white knight. From his youth, he devoted himself to justice and righteousness. He loyally served his government. He protected the innocent and avenged their deaths; he showed sacred hospitality to all, both as host and as guest, and he punished those who transgressed this; he showed justice to widows and orphans, and foreigners, and punished their oppressors; ...
Dear Bess,
Sorry I haven’t written you in years. I’m ten years old now. Grandpa says the war is why I’m not allowed to write you, because you live in South Carolina. But he says that now I can, because General Lee surrendered. Mom says Daddy will be home soon! I hope he still loves me. Hope you’re well!
Love,
Abigail
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Dear Abigail,
Thank you so much for writing! I’m eight years...
I know it, I’m being watched.
Quick, turn around!
I see nobody there.
But I’m being watched.
What’s that?
I hear nobody there.
But I’m being watched, all the same.
Can’t hide in the treetops. Can’t hide anywhere.
I’m being stared at.
Intensely.
Like I was the only other person in existence.
Like there was nothing else to look at but me.
Unblinking, fierce staring.
At me.
Can’t make ...
It started at the cracks in the doors. I remember because all the doors in the house were shut (not locked).
At first I thought it was some kind of bug coming through the cracks in the front door. Groaning, I looked for the nearest box of Kleenex, while trying to keep an eye on the black bug—
—on the black bugs….
…on the black…mist?
—coming into the house through the cracks in the door.
I b...
I’m Ted, the older twin. Harry’s my younger brother.
You’ve heard of the “brony” community? I was a fan of “My Little Pony” before it became cool for boys to like it. “Rescue at Midnight Castle” was my favorite cartoon as a kid, and Firefly was my favorite pony. I had a toy of her, and made up adventures for her to go on, some of which I later wrote down.
I guess Dad was supportive, in his o...
So Pine Eye the Ass came to the shore. “O Terrible Dogfish,” he brayed, “I am Pine Eye. Tell me where I might find the sacred roses of the earth goddess Sib, that I may eat them and shed this ass skin.”
But the Terrible Dogfish came out of the sea and said, “I am the Terrible Dogfish, and I have not eaten in a thousand years. O Ass, truly I will eat you.”
And thus the Terrible Dogfish swallow...
Once upon a time, in the middle of a grand pine forest, there was a particular tree. She was very generous, and she loved a little boy named Joe. She gave him whatever he asked. He used to climb her trunk, play in her shade, and pick pine cones. Joe was happy, and so the tree was happy.
But as Joe grew up, a darkness came over his heart. The tree never stopped loving him, but it became more ...
“Do I have no original thought in my head?”
Said the butterfly, flittering onto my brow.
“Do I have no original thought in my head?”
These alone were the nine words his mouth would allow.
For variety, sometimes, he’d switch it around:
“In my head no original thought do I have?”
But again, only nine words he spoke. Now I frowned.
“In my head no original thought do I have?”
Did he wish me to answ...