The Cost of Magic #17
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Feb 5th, 2009
Please Don’t Leave Your Ectoplasm
there’s this dream, then I’m awake.
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Feb 5th, 2009
Please Don’t Leave Your Ectoplasm
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Feb 2nd, 2009
“Minus… He doesn’t think. He just moves. Do you know how he can always make things work with so little thought?”
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Dec 19th, 2008
“We haven’t slept in three years, Jane. Here’s an Ambien. We can figure out more tomorrow. We’re safe here.” He handed Jane the small white pill, and a glass of red wine.
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Dec 9th, 2008
There was a moment of pain and screams and laughs and spilled beer and confusion.
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Dec 6th, 2008
Minus fought a little when he felt the vertigo pulling him in. He was never very good at fighting this falling feeling, even though it almost always lead to pain directly. So he funneled down in to the synchronicity that surrounded this girl.
Posted in asides, social commentary, update on Apr 3rd, 2008
This is just a test. Atlanta coming down on top of my head. Sitting in Sidelines somewhere around Kennesaw State University. We jacked their wi-fi, but it wasn’t as good as it is in this bar. We’re talking to Marion here, he’s a nice old southern gent. Bartenders are very [...]