There is an art to joining broken things together. To mending the unmendable. To making right great wrongs. The words, spoken though, by the former Chinese president as the world watched, don’t erase what was lost, the millions of lives. The poverty, hunger, civil unrest. And a lever was pulled. Judgment complete. “Give them Koolaide,”Continue reading “Ruined”
The nightly protests are beginning to gather steam. He thinks he can smell the weed smoke, even through the filtered air of the nuclear bunker, and knows he can feel the voices demanding their ridiculous justice. The voice of the people just thrums with poverty and disease. It disgusts him and makes his whole bodyContinue reading “Lover Boy”
My stomach rumbles at you in greeting. You certainly pique a certain type of interest. Perhaps a celebration is in order. My culture dictates the guest of honor must be fed. Why do you try and escape? Yes, I think rope and a trussing seems appropriate, nice suggestion. Language barrier be damned, am I right?Continue reading “A Feast in Greeting”
While watching videos on the internet, not long ago, she found herself in that dark corner of the web filled with stuff one never seeks and can never forget when once seen. She sat watching one of her favorite songs playing over a video of a U.S. soldier directing traffic at an intersection. The songContinue reading “The Girl and a Sniper”
The betrayal. The sting of whip and plunge of nail and spear. The burden of dragging hundreds of pounds on a back lacerated to ribbons. Of the jeering crowd, “king of the Jews,” echoing in my head. A crown of thorns and ugly Latin words raining down on me like fists as soldiers laugh andContinue reading “Jesus of When”
The private stands just outside the still-smoking ruins of the catholic church. He wants to look for gold, in fact he’d consider any precious metal a nice find. Little melted droplets of riches he can send home and have mama save for him until when the war ends. Yet he stands in what once wasContinue reading “Holy Dead”
This is a hero. She went for no other reason than the world is wrong and wants it fixed. She doesn’t get a retirement check someday or college money or because the judge said. She went to demand we heal what’s sick Fuck, where are my balls to do the same!
Why do you cheer? He’s dead. Now what? Ask yourself who will take his place. You? A nobody? A speck? Your heart is too pure. We need another monster, one meant to keep other monsters at bay. Maybe you are one, in the shadows, waiting, a thing that stirs knowing its day will arrive toContinue reading “Why The Dead Smile”
King Sigmund cowers before the glowing serpent eyes as the dragon Fafnir raises out of the water, his form changing. Serpent no longer, now twisting into an obscene figure of a Jötunn. A sea giant with hands three times as big as the red sailed karves. His dark face is a great foaming tangle ofContinue reading “Sigmund”
I interact with bar patrons. Which one? Umm, does anyone look willing to talk? There is one guy who looks quite eager. I approach him. Bob has normal stats except charisma, which is so low when he attempts to interact with you, you feel your sanity begin to slip. Roll vs. psychic damage.