• Sage commented on the post, biblical 5 years, 10 months ago

    The rains poured down like a biblical tempest. Every critter around crept into the house, made it feel even more crowded, the walls closing in as they swelled with the damp, her clammy forehead sticking to the air which was sticking to the walls, and everywhere an insect crawling in the corner.

  • Sage commented on the post, tales 6 years, 9 months ago

    We’ve heard plenty of tales like this since we entered the Fire Sands. Every crackpot with drool running down his chin wants us to go running after this pale child.

  • Sage commented on the post, terrain 6 years, 9 months ago

    The graphics were amazing. It was a mountain terrain, ice covered outcroppings and stone temples. She sat on the bed and as watched as his hands flickered over the keys, clicking on screen. They didn’t speak.

  • Sage commented on the post, lamb 6 years, 9 months ago

    The snow is white as fleece, drifting through the air
    the ground hard as bones beneath its blanket
    and I wait for March to go out like a lion.

  • Sage commented on the post, lamb 6 years, 9 months ago

    The food on the table is some sort of gourmet fake lamb shit. Sheila likes to think she’s a vegan but she doesn’t even like vegetables. Fake like her boobs and her smiles. Fakemother.

  • Sage commented on the post, weakling 6 years, 9 months ago

    She lies nestled in a bundle of blankets, a weakling child who moves mountains of men, the light in her eyes speaks of stars and singing. Weak she may be to the wind and the rain but there is something within.

  • Sage commented on the post, plays 6 years, 9 months ago

    The record plays fuzzy saxophone, spinning around to a final click. Silence falls on the room like a black velvet curtain. A second click, but this time it’s the hammer of a pistol.

  • Sage commented on the post, murder 6 years, 10 months ago

    A murder of crows caw in the tree outside my window. It seems they’ve just arrived. Nevertheless their presence does nothing to fill your absence; it is an irony in this world of constant comings and goings. I would not have traded you for the world.

  • Sage commented on the post, swing 7 years, 9 months ago

    “Swing!” She shouted, and all the dancers in the room shook off the bonds of elegance they had been wearing. Shivering into new motion, they twirled and jived, smiles sinking from formal poise to real coy grins, […]

  • Sage commented on the post, flirt 7 years, 9 months ago

    The tide washed up to the sand, just flirting with the shells at the very edge, floating them up and dragging them down just a little ways before setting them down and rushing back out to the great wide ocean.

  • Sage commented on the post, carnival 7 years, 9 months ago

    Carnival eyes shone in the nighttime gloom, seeing sights and glories just past the smoke of the midnight bars and sleazy strip dives. Girls! Girls! Girls! called the signs, but they saw something else. Skeletons […]

  • Sage commented on the post, conceal 7 years, 11 months ago

    Just concealed under the edge of the river’s bank was a small glitter, the tiniest gleam. Underneath, if you swam, you came up in the Kingrat’s den, and it was the mightiest I have ever seen. Many a muskrat have perished, trying to gain entrance to such a palace.

  • Sage commented on the post, muse 8 years, 4 months ago

    He looked out the window, musing about all the things he had lost. Life had gone by quicker, and slower, than he expected. He took a final breath as the windows shattered. Ten thousand gallons of pressurized seawater slammed into the bridge control room.

  • Sage commented on the post, station 8 years, 5 months ago

    She rushed to the control station, the lights flashing and alarms wailing.
    “Commander, we’ve detected a threat with the three radius warning zone,” she cried.
    She looked out the window. “Oh, god,” she whispered.

  • Sage commented on the post, painted 8 years, 6 months ago

    The woman peered out from under her cloak, hiding her painted face from the downpour. “You’ll see it at midnight, underneath St.Andrew’s chapel,” she whispered to the gentleman, before tossing a bundled package out into the rain. The horses of her black carriage whinnied as they were whipped to quickly get away; left behind in […]

  • Sage commented on the post, painted 8 years, 6 months ago

    The fences of the little maritime town had been painted in pastel, but the paint was peeling in long flakes off of the weather beaten wood. Just past them, the salty water lapped at the feet of the town, kissing it. The air was chill, as it always was.

  • Sage commented on the post, radio 8 years, 6 months ago

    It was the first thing, he ever loved, after Geri and the sunlight and the taste of hot sizzling chicken taken when the street vendors weren’t paying attention. It had been a scrounging day, and he had found several elastic bands and some good tin cans in the landfill – that was when he saw […]

  • Sage commented on the post, radio 8 years, 6 months ago

    The voices buzzed through the radio – ” This is CJCY-95, bringing you the hottest tunes in the – what the hell? Oh my god – oh my god – she has fangs – she want to – she -“

  • Sage commented on the post, montage 8 years, 6 months ago

    The montage of images flitted across the screen; now rabbits mating, now elephants being dissected; now the birthing dance of the lark. And in the dark projection room, she leaned in close; he took off her glasses, and they watched.

  • Sage commented on the post, sideburns 8 years, 6 months ago

    “You shaved your sideburns,” you say, staring. This used to be your boyfriend. Standing here, in front of you, this used to be your boyfriend. You had your whole plan worked out, with your new boyfriend picking you up in the convertible, showing off, making jealous. But now that you’re here you don’t know what […]