Fiona had long since ceased to be intimidated by Boris, though she understood the reaction that most people had on first meeting him. It was his eyes: in normal lighting, his pupils were black pinpoints in the middle of pale, blue-grey irises, and this made his eyes look hard and angry, whether he was or not. The fact was that his pupils were ( Read more... )

I am sad that I really really do not have time for August writing again this year - since I'm going back in to the field next week, and am still trying to finish up some stuff from my season last year, it just really wasn't feasible. I have been skimming stuff here and there, and will try to do better at leaving coments also. But go go go, ( Read more... )

Cave
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Entering darkness
Only a small torch for light
Where does this cave lead?

It must not be assumed that the pursuit of truth may be always conducted in a respectable air; indeed, our hero Edward Bennett was well aware, through painful experience, that one must occasionally descend among the dregs of society if one had any mind to consider oneself a huntsman of any standing, which was why, attired in his most disreputable ( Read more... )

Again, had no Internet access last night, so couldn't post. Here's what I wrote on Days 7 and 8.

Day 7: Three Primary Colors (Part 5) (the conclusion)

Day 8: On "Inception" (A Tanka)

Detective Sergeant O'Connell had no love for superheroes. They were nothing more than vigilantes, in his opinion, and had absolutely no business taking the law into their own hands. They tore legal procedures to shreds, they acted on too little evidence, they did things that would get a normal police officer stripped of his badge faster than you ( Read more... )

Mephistopheles set both the green glass jar and the parchment on the desk in front of Erich. "Here's what will happen," he said, smiling. "I will take possession of your soul for the next seven years, and keep it safe in this jar. In that time, you may have and enjoy whatever you can fit into section A of this form. Section B is what I like to ( Read more... )

Carpathy Square by day is a a busy hub of human activity. Market stalls hawk flowers and fruit and assorted crafts to passing pedestrians, who endlessly criss-cross the square. An old man sits at an outdoor cafe feeding the pigeons. Students drink coffee and argue politics. A pair of lovers sit on the edge of the fountain. Tourists point and ( Read more... )

I've been keeping up with my August Writing Challenge pieces; I just haven't had a chance to get online every day. What I've produced for the past three days is now on my journal:

Day 4: Tales of Verkath: A Meeting (Part 1)

Day 5: Three Primary Colors (Part 3)

Day 6: Three Primary Colors (Part 4)

I woke up and my eyes whirred open. It was still dark, so the pupil sphincters dilated micrometers at a time until shapes appeared in the blackness. A soft, cylindrical shape with a temperature of 37 degrees Centigrade was draped across my chest. Servos actuated, I disentangled myself from it and sat up. My pop-up display was blinking yellow; I ( Read more... )