Necromantic, Chapter One: The Visitor

The stranger came like rot on the breeze. Swift, silent, and unpleasant without making any lasting impression. He was ultimately forgettable – contextless in all contexts – and that kept him safe. There were two ways to stay safe that Cyr had come across in her short life: be frightening enough, or forgettable enough, and... Continue Reading →

Lavender Fog: A Necromantic Drabble

The past is colored in lavender fog whenever he tries to remember it. He can see the bodies if he focuses, but their clothes are faded, the setting obscure, his age uncertain. When he tries to remember details, he finds that he can imagine things having been many ways at once. At one time, he imagined... Continue Reading →

Not A Hot Dream: A Necromantic Scene

“Morning, Laddo.” Maccuccio greeted Cyril the same way he greeted her each of his mornings. Cyril was never quite sure what a “laddo” was, but it was said with a smile and gruff upward nod, so she figured it was a term of endearment. Drifting in the cold morning air was the smell of whatever... Continue Reading →

The Library Kids: A Countersink Scene

The doorbell rang. Paul rushed from the hallway, huffing irritably and tying his robe. “Who the hell could that be?” he grumbled. “They’d better be bleeding out of their face.” Paul peered through the blinds. “Oh my god.” “What?” I asked, preparing to run. “Who is it?” “It’s those damn library kids.” ... “I told... Continue Reading →

The Kid: A Countersink Scene

The kid. The mother. The father, newly deceased. No skin off my nose. No sirree. No skin at all. He didn’t have skin anymore. No, no, no, not at all. Had torn it all off, didn’t he? Yes, he did. Not my fault. Supposed to bring the kid and the mother to Koichi—excuse me, Mr.... Continue Reading →

Such a Jerk: Writing a Good Antagonist

This week, I've been doing a lot of wrestling. Wrestling with a person named Koichi Sato. This jerk is supposed to be the villain of Countersink but even though the book is already finished, he thinks it's okay to stay flat and disengaging. We've been having words about this. Meaning, me rehashing his background, his... Continue Reading →

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