Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • The Exosuit

    It looks like a suit of armor. Dark matte colors and unforgiving curved surfaces abound. The cloth sheathing is crumpled in the corner. I’m in the mechanic’s bay of my lab, there is no need to proclaim where my loyalty lies, as I’m the only one here. The bare exosuit hangs from anchors in the…

  • Life Is Good

    “What the hell is that?” He shrunk back from the tchothcke she had just unwrapped and placed delightedly on the desk in front of him. “This?” She was quite cheerful about it. “Isn’t it cute?” She patted it gingerly. “Cute? It’s a monstrosity! A shrunken head? Thank god, it’s a replica!” He shivered in reflex.

  • Omen

    The birds dropped no feathers, nor flew in strange paths, nor sang in strange times, nor died in strange ways.

  • Pepper Spray Carols

    So, um, yea. A call was put out to make pepper spray themed Christmas carols. I might have gone too far with it. My first attempt was based on “Let It Snow“, and I chucked around three ‘verses’ for the fun of it. But my muse would just not allow me to leave it there.

  • Practical Distinctions

    So, there’s a blog anthology site I contribute to called Practical Pagans. And there is a podcast show starting next week called Practical Druidry. The two are NOT related. Practical Pagans has contributions from pagan bloggers of many different paths, temperaments, and viewpoints. Our resident druids are Blackbird O’Connell and Morgan Daimler. Practical Druidry is…

  • Master

    Crown or horns, it matters not. They circle round your brow in spiral menace. Let those who fear you tremble. Pleading sounds of sheep.

  • London Broil Marinade

    I found this marinade in the comments section of the Chowhound Post: “Tips on marinating/tenderizing London Broil“. It worked really well the first time I tried it, but I completely forgot to save my notes AND the page link. So I’m placing it here where I can’t possibly forget it. Because yummies should be shared.

  • Silly Girl, I Wasn’t Thru

    Deep laughter echoing through worlds and dreams. I know that sound so well. I thought I would never hear it again. My heart both rose and fell. “I’ve sent you an invite, informal and vulgar. Through muck and field, for you. Don’t know why you’ve tossed away my number, Silly girl, I wasn’t thru.

  • Operation

    “Oh, there you are.” He looked up at the sound of her voice. Nervously, he tried to cover the paper he was writing on with his hands. Which only focused her attention on the scribbles and marks. “What are you doing?” When he stuttered, she looked up at his face. “And why are you so…

  • Rum And Cigars

    I took the door not meant for me. You laughed and offered me a chair. I sought only advice. You laughed and gave gifts. I told you what I wanted. You laughed and gave me what I needed.