Sam stared down the hallway. Broken bits of light came in through the room on his left. He quickly glanced around the door frame and verified that the light was coming in through the now rotting wood nailed over the window. Dust motes danced in the fading light, but there was nothing else in the room. Sam returned his attention to the hallway stretching in front of him. He closed his eyes and brought up his memory of the outside of the house. This hallway should end about ten feet in front of him. But his gut told him it stretched out for an impossible distance.Continue reading “Passages”
Timerxan held the small carving in his hand. He turned it this way and that, trying to catch the light and see all the detail. It really was incredible. How did someone carve such detail onto such a small thing?Continue reading “Old Earth Magics”
“Good God. Spiders. Why did it have to be spiders?” I muttered.
“What did you say?” Zeke asked.
“Nothing. I just don’t like spiders,” I replied.
“Yeah, me neither. But let’s deal with it now.” Zeke rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the large box in front of us. “You ready?”Continue reading “Spiders!”
Government and its media lackeys are once again trying to drum up fear by using the threat of an uncontrollable disease outbreak to initiate more and greater controls over citizens. This time it’s monkeypox. I saw an article this morning that screamed about the number of cases worldwide topping 10,000. Worldwide.Continue reading “They’re At It Again”
Devan tilted his head back and forth, staring at the pink quartz in his hands. Black lines appeared to run through the stone and he felt like he should recognize them, but they were just out of reach.Continue reading “Warning Stone”
The Left has, once again, lost their ever-loving minds. Or rather, deliberately destroyed whatever is left of their minds. The levels of projection and wishful thinking are astonishing. And when I say wishful thinking… they are wishing for a dystopian future in which they, somehow and against all odds, become the radical, system-busting heroes. They all seem to imagine themselves as Katniss in Hunger Games or Tris in Divergent, or Offred in Handmaid’s Tale, or whatever other female heroine fighting the good fight against always-oppressive men and society. It’s so freaking stupid and self-centered. I invite them to go live in Saudi Arabia where women were not allowed to drive until very recently. There they can see for themselves what a society that truly represses women really looks like.Continue reading “Wishful Thinking and MASSIVE Projection”
Kyra stared at the sun, peeking over the top of the eastern mountains. If the sunrise was any indication, it was going to be a wonderful day. If she could just fly up into the glory of the sunrise… Kyra sighed and with one last glance over her shoulder, turned and walked through the back door of the Dragon’s Tale tavern. She could have stayed outside and watched the sunrise for a bit longer – she was the boss after all – but she had a lot of prep work to do for the day before opening for the lunch crowd. And she was in for a long day as she was going to have to be there until closing tonight. She really needed to hire a new manager.Continue reading “Morning Surprise”
As everybody should know, the Underground Railroad was a network of abolitionists who worked to secretly move slaves out of the south and into freedom in the northern states and Canada. Since the Dobbs decision last week, I’ve started seeing a number of posts with a meme that says “If anybody wants to go camping and you can’t do it in your state, I’ll help you camp in my state and I won’t say anything…” The implication being, of course, that the person posting will help you, the reader, come into their state in order to get an abortion.Continue reading “Wannabe Underground Railroad”
With the Supreme Court handing down its rulings on abortion and gun control today, my Facebook feed has been filled with sturm und drang. So far, I’ve seen references to The Handmaid’s Tale, Christian autocracy, women being forcibly returned to the dark ages, and a ton of wailing, moaning, tearing of hair, and the wearing of sackcloth and ashes (or maybe those ridiculous pink pussy hats). You would think that the world had ended.Continue reading “The States Decide”
“What the hell is that?”
“It’s a cat press of course.”
“Oh, of course. A cat press.” Tulia let the sarcasm shine in her remark.Continue reading “Creating Cats”