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 →

75 Million: A Monologue

The good old days are called so for a reason. They were simpler, warmer. This new age of mammals is too cold. Why must I be the one to change? I was here first. The fur creatures should be the ones to adapt. I shed my scales to survive. Now I’m too soft. Killing used... 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 →

Enter Summer: A Countersink Scene

Someone walked through the door. I looked up—I looked up whenever anyone came in. Nervous habit. She had a backpack full of books and she was wearing a black t-shirt that said “Campus Security” in bold, white letters. She had a coffee in one hand and a sub sandwich in the other. I was pretty... Continue Reading →

All of the Above: A Countersink Scene

“Sorry for asking—“ My heart sped. Pupils dilating, stomach in knots, the whole shebang. “Sorry for asking” was never a good start to a sentence. And she was hesitating. Also not good. I wished she’d hurry up and finish her question, so I could decide which lie to tell her. “—but, well, you’re a guy,... Continue Reading →

Phren Takes a Body: A Necromantic Scene

She was gone: both of them. Claudia was strong, but Garnet was stronger, and in the end, Garnet had won. Wearing the princess’s body like a cloak, Garnet left, leaving Phren tangled in the ensnarement circle she had drawn: hastily, but it still worked. Phren was furious with himself. It wasn’t like he was buried... Continue Reading →

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