• Jon commented on the post, fences 8 years, 7 months ago

    She fences like something possessed, controlling the centerline at times with what seems like pure will alone. It’s been hours and the challengers keep coming. She takes them all. None will bloody the proud flag of her glorious hair.

  • Jon commented on the post, none 8 years, 7 months ago

    Options: None. What remained was not choice, it was inevitability. The button would be pressed. The explosion would come. The deaths would be uncountable.

    The gun at the nape of his neck was warming to the temperature of his skin, intimate. The voice in his ear was hot and strangely cheerful.

  • Jon commented on the post, nun 8 years, 7 months ago

    She was an ex-nun, tough as nuns come but with tattoos and a crucifix that may have just been inverted if you looked close enough. How does someone go from one to the other? From piety to sacrilege, from serving the ineffable to having the mundane tattooed on her flesh?

  • Jon commented on the post, miles 8 years, 7 months ago

    Soldier boy, he was. Sharp. Focused. Willing to kill, down to his name. Perfect. Until it came time for him to do something other than kill. Because when he started he was someone different, someone just _named_ soldier, but they made him a machine, made him an instrument of violence, took his name and gave […]

  • Jon commented on the post, near 8 years, 7 months ago

    Far from here, far from anywhere you’d know, there’s a man on a throne made of thorns watching over us. He thinks of himself as near but he’s millenia away and getting farther by the moment. We can’t blame him; he’s always been a bit delusional.

    But it would be nice if he were nearer.

  • Jon commented on the post, made 8 years, 7 months ago

    “It’s always what we made it out to be,” he says. “It’s nothing more or less.” “Than a collision of stars?” I asked. “Isn’t that kind of dangerous?” He looked at me like I was an idiot, which, you know, I kind of am. “Only if you’re standing in the middle. We’re way out here.” […]

  • Jon commented on the post, strung 8 years, 7 months ago

    Ribbons hang in the water, red of course. The attack had been sudden and silent and Joey Hillman had become half the man he’d used to be in less than half a minute.

  • Jon commented on the post, half 8 years, 7 months ago

    Half a man is good enough to do the job, she told me. Half is all you need. So I cut a man in half. With the right enticements he walked and talked and danced a foin Irish jig. But he wasn’t good enough for what I needed, so I quartered him. And eighthed. And […]

  • Jon commented on the post, complete 8 years, 7 months ago

    This is the path that you take to get where you are going, he said. You will not be fulfilled until you tread every step. But I do not wish to tread every step, nor even many of them. I want to skip, I told him. You can skip. You can dance, you can sing. […]

  • Jon commented on the post, driven 8 years, 8 months ago

    She doesn’t like to be called driven, but she has red Maserati lipstick. She likes to stare into the mirror to see if she can make herself flinch. And when it comes to romantic partners, well, I’d say we’re about as well-matched as a carriage horse and a space shuttle. But she says she loves […]